Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 36

The next day, Aaron eagerly awaited for work to end. He was very excited to stop by your apartment, to grab a few things. It was so weird, watching him practically bounce in his seat. After the full work day, he dragged you out of the office and drove you to your apartment.

"Aaron, you do realize that I'm just grabbing some clothes, shoes and toiletries, right? And they're just going in a drawer in your house?" You asked, watching his leg bounce as he drove.

"I do, I'm just excited. I like having your things at my house." He responded, moving your hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it.

You smiled at the gesture, squeezing his hand in yours, "Okay, but it'll only take me ten minutes max." He nodded at your words, keeping his eyes on the road.

Once at your apartment, you walked straight to your room, Aaron following you like a lost puppy. You grabbed a bag and opened your closet. The action of packing a bag to take to Aaron's was very reminiscent of when he left the hospital, although this was a much happier occasion.

You grabbed a handful of different clothes; work appropriate, pajamas, casual attire, and a few date worthy dresses. As you were picking out your clothes, Aaron had his hands attached to your hips, trailing behind you. You grabbed various undergarments, ranging from boring and grey to lacy and barely defined as clothing at all. His hands tightened on your body as he watched you grab various lace pieces.

In the bathroom, you gathered toiletries and put them in a separate bag. Lastly, you grabbed a phone charger and your makeup. He grabbed your bags, forcing you to let him carry them.

When he pulled up to his house, he jumped out to open your door. He gathered you and your bags into his arms, carrying you to his door. You yelped when he first picked you up, it had been a while since he had done it.

In his bedroom, he excitedly helped you put your things in the drawer he emptied for you. At some point, you stopped helping, standing back to watch him organize your clothes in the drawer. It took him a while, but he eventually noticed that you weren't working anymore.

"Why'd you stop?" He asked, walking over to wrap his arms around your neck.

"No reason, you just looked so cute. All giddy and excited to put my stuff in." You told him, leaning in to kiss him lightly.

He smiled against your mouth, "Oh, okay. Well, I got everything in there." Aaron said into the kiss.

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It had been almost two months since you and Aaron filled your drawer, and you had started regularly staying with him and Jack on the weekends. It hurt you every Monday night, going home to your cold and empty apartment. You would send Aaron texts, or you could call him and talk for hours.

You realized about two weeks into spending weekends with Aaron, that you longed to be with him 24/7. You would eat lunch with him in his office, you would go on early morning coffee dates, and late night walks in the park. You were so in love with him, that every time you had to separate, your thoughts were only on him.

Things were no different for Aaron. He refused to wash his sheets, not wanting to rid them of your perfume. He would eagerly await lunch each day, just waiting for you to join him in his office. Aaron loved when you would get greasy fast food with him, and eat it in his car.

He loved that when it started raining, you wouldn't run for shelter, but instead you would pull him into a kiss. You would splash around in puddles, screaming and laughing, not a care in the world. You would drag him through a parking lot, stomping in every little pool of water you could find. Then he would take you to his house, strip you, and take a hot shower to wash off the cold from the rain.