The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 120

And my chest. Definitely my chest too. The organ that resided there had constricted and squeezed, and

I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t supposed to feel that way. Or to act on it. A

part of me missed being drunk or tipsy enough not to care, but after all the water Aaron had insisted on

me gulping down and the fact that I hadn’t touched a drink after we went back inside the infamous bar, I

didn’t have the luxury of that excuse anymore. It was past five in the morning, and the effect of the

alcohol had faded to a very low buzz that indicated tomorrow wasn’t going to be much fun.

I didn’t realize I had been standing in the middle of the bedroom, staring into empty space, until Aaron

closed the door behind him. When I turned, my gaze immediately fell on the glass of water in his hand.

I watched him walk to the nightstand, where I had placed a few of my things, and set the glass there.

“That for me?” I knew the answer, but the small gesture turned something inside of me to mush. Just

like every time he had watched after me tonight. It just … didn’t feel all that small anymore. “If you keep

taking care of me this fiercely, it’s going to be really hard to go back to real life.”

Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have phrased it that way, but after everything that had

happened tonight, the careful grip I tried to maintain around Aaron seemed to be loosening.

Aaron nodded, his expression turning somewhat more serious. But he didn’t comment on what I had

said. Instead, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and then changed his mind and started fumbling with

the wristband of his watch.

Feeling my legs wobble—for all the wrong reasons—I walked to the edge of the bed and sat on top of

the simple and silky comforter. Stopping my body from melting into it right away, I exhaled tiredly,

releasing some of the tension in my shoulders. But before I could completely relax, my spine stiffened

with a realization.

The bed.

We would be sharing this very same bed tonight.

That fact had somehow fled my mind until now. And its return did strange things to my belly. Things that

were not strange in a funny way, but in a rather exciting way. Things that heated my skin.

Well, if I was feeling this way and we hadn’t even gotten into bed yet, I couldn’t even begin to imagine

what would happen when I found myself tucked under the same comforter as Aaron. His large body

and my much smaller one sharing and crowding the modest space the mattress offered.

And I … shit.

In an attempt to distract myself, I occupied my hands, taking the flats off my hurting feet. Once I was

done with that, I rubbed my temples, telling myself to chill the heck out because this was okay. We

were adults. About to share a bed. So?

“How bad is it?” Aaron asked from where he stood still at the other end of the bed.

I chuckled, but it came closer to the sound that someone who was choking would make. “Well”—I

cleared my throat—“I feel like I was run over by a stampede of very angry and very heavy antelopes

that were in a rush to get somewhere.”

Aaron appeared in my field of vision, coming to a stop in front of me. “Are you referencing Mufasa’s

death?”

My fingers stopped working, hovering above my temples. “You like The Lion King?”

“Of course.”

“Any other Disney movies?” I was tempting my luck here.

Aaron’s expression remained serious. “All of them.”

Shit. “Even Frozen? Tangled? The Princess Frog?” I asked, and he nodded.

“I love animated movies. They take my mind off things.” He dipped his hands in the pockets of his

jeans. “Disney, Pixar … I’m a big fan.”

This was too much. First, he’d opened up about his childhood earlier today, and now, this. I wanted to

ask how and why, but there was a more pressing issue. “What’s your favorite?”

Please don’t say the one that will send my heart into cardiac arrest. Please don’t say it.

“Up.”

Fuck. He had said it. My heart struggled there for a moment. And that little spot that had been softening Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

throughout the night got a little bigger.

“Oh.” The word breathily left my lips. It was all I managed.

My eyes closed, and my fingers resumed massaging my temples. Although maybe I should have been

massaging my chest.

“That bad, huh?” He seemed to be gauging something when I looked back at him. My sobriety most

likely.

“Don’t worry.” I waved my hand. “I’m okay. I’m not drunk by now. I promise I won’t puke all over you

tonight.”

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