Stay With Me (She's With Me #2) - Jessica Cunsolo Page 0,55
I didn’t even believe me.
“I think you’re lying.”
Obviously. “Am not!”
Ever since we arrived at the beach house, it’s been apparent to everyone that Aiden hasn’t been as burdened as before. His spirits are lighter, and he’s in a playful mood more often than not. Knowing that he’s letting his guard down is one of the most heartwarming things. I can’t help but get butterflies every time I look at him goofing off, being a teenager, letting loose. He’s still Aiden, scary as ever and not someone you’d want to piss off, but he smiles quicker here, laughs more freely.
To me, he says, “Should we call your bluff?”
“But it’s not a bl—”
Jesus Christ.
Aiden has just casually pulled off his shirt, and is now sitting here in all his muscly, godlike glory, totally letting my reaction inflate his ego.
“You sure you’re not uncomfortable with me being naked?”
Forcing my eyes away from his abs, I make some kind of noise in agreement. He smiles at me, a mischievous gleam in his usually stormy eyes.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I just …”
Instead of finishing his statement, he stands up, and slowly undoes the top button of his jeans. My eyes bulge out of my head. Dear God, is he actually going to get naked?!
He answers my silent question by slowly lowering his zipper, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. I sit silent. Frozen.
What is happening?!
He hooks his thumbs into his jeans and black boxers, raising an eyebrow at me. He wouldn’t. Just as he’s about to throw down his pants and Calvin Kleins in one fluid motion, I throw my hands over my face. “Okay, okay! You win! Stop getting naked!”
He laughs and sits back on the bed, not bothering to zip up his jeans or put his shirt back on. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s kind of hard to think with him being all effortlessly gorgeous.
“If you were uncomfortable, you should’ve just said something,” he teases, sitting closer than he was originally.
I finish my sandwich. “If I just started getting naked, would you not get uncomfortable?”
He blinks at me. “You literally just described the opposite of what I would consider a problem. But if you want to find out, you can always just start getting naked.”
I laugh and play hit him, but he catches my wrist and pulls me closer to him. I react the way any rational girl in my position would—I kiss him.
No matter how many times we do it, my body always reacts like it’s the first time. Butterflies, electricity, heart in overdrive. We end up tangled in each other, with Aiden lying on top of me. He pulls away and hovers over me on his elbows, my hands in his hair.
“You know I was just joking before,” he says, his voice low and honest. “I would never force you to do anything before you’re ready. I’m not in any rush.”
I answer him by pulling him toward me and kissing him with all I’ve got.
Right when things are starting to get heated, the door bursts open. “Hey, guys, we’re going to—Oh God! Get a room, Jesus!” Noah throws his hands over his eyes, acting as if the sight of us together has physically burned his corneas.
Aiden gives a very agitated sigh and grudgingly rolls off of me. “We did, Noah.”
Since we hadn’t yelled at Noah to leave, he peeks through his fingers and calms down when he realizes that I’m fully clothed.
“You should start knocking before barging into rooms,” I tell him, not really mad, more just perturbed my time with Aiden was cut short.
“You guys should start locking doors when you’re planning on getting it on.”
“We weren’t—”
“Doesn’t matter! Don’t want to know the details. Like, ever,” Noah interrupts me. “Just came to tell you that the twins have passed out in bed and the adults have decided to play a drinking game, if you want to join.”
“They’re asleep already?” Aiden asks. “They’re usually too excited to go to bed since they can’t wait for morning to open presents.”
“Yeah, I think they’re just really tired, there’s a lot going on here. We promised them we’d set the milk out for Santa before bed, though. Are you guys in for some Christmas Eve drinking fun?”
Aiden’s not really a big drinker. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him drink alcohol. He responds by pulling on his shirt and telling Noah we’ll meet him in the family room.
“Are you sure? I can always just tell everyone you guys