Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 26

When you woke up again, it was close to 10 pm and you were alone on the couch. The smell of freshly baked brownies was filling the house, the sound of Aaron dropping a bowl and cursing, brought a smile to your face. Carefully standing off the couch, you limped into the kitchen. Aaron was bent over, picking up pieces of glass off the floor.

"Need some help?" You asked with a laugh.

"Y/n, hey, did I wake you?" He asked you, quickly making his way over to you.

"No, I woke up right before you went hulk mode and smashed a bowl." You told him, gesturing to the glass on the floor.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, "Whatever."

He walked over to you, picking you up and carrying you over to the counter top. Before he could walk away, your hand grabbed his face. Your fingertips grazed over his beard, the hairs scratching your fingers slightly. He looked so handsome with a beard, the hair adding a certain ruggedness to his look.

"I like the beard, you should keep it." You told him.

"Hmmm, maybe I will." He said, pecking you on the lips before starting to clean the mess on the floor.

You watched him clean the glass off the floor and sweep up the copious amounts of flour spread across the floor. After he was done cleaning the floor, he walked back over to you on the counter.

You let your knees open slightly, inviting him to stand in between your thighs. He hesitantly moved his hands towards your hips, waiting for permission to touch you. Your hands met his, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting your head on his chest. After a few moments, you felt one of his hands lift off your body.

He pulled himself away from you slightly, offering you a fresh chocolate chip brownie. You nodded, opening your mouth to let him feed you. He broke off a piece, moving it to your mouth. Before he could retract his fingers, you closed your lips around them, lightly sucking the warm chocolate off his fingers. Your eyes never left his as you slightly swirled your tongue around his fingertips. He sighed at the feeling.

You moved your hand to break a piece off of the brownie, offering it to him. Your hand brushed against the beard on his face, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine. He did the same as you, closing his mouth around your fingers and sucking the chocolate off your finger tips. A light moan left your mouth in response. He broke off another piece, placing it in your mouth. A little melted chocolate stuck on your lip, which he swiped off with his thumb. He moved it up to his mouth, your pupils blowing wide with lust.

You knew that you guys couldn't do anything, but you really wanted to. It felt like it would make things better, and cover the trauma. You knew that you couldn't sweep what happened under the rug, but you wished you could just skip the hard parts.

Aaron noticed the shift in your demeanor, "What's wrong, y/n?" He asked you softly, his hand cupping your jaw.

"I just want to get better, I want to skip the hard part and get back to where we were." You told him sadly, letting your head rest in his hand.

"I know, y/n. I want that for you too, but we both know that it doesn't work that way. Your physical wounds will heal, but the psychological damage she did will last longer." He said, your head nodding in his hand.

"And I know you're not ready yet, but eventually you'll need to talk about what Briza did. It doesn't have to be to me, but it needs to be someone."

"I know, but right now, I want to go cuddle with my boyfriend in bed while we watch a Christmas movie." You told him, pecking him on the lips.

You both knew that you were deflecting, but you didn't care. You just wanted to be with him.