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Chapter 50:

A S P E N  ♡  W I L S O N
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5 MONTHS LATER
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"Wilson!"

I scream as Saint comes storming down the stairs, throwing myself behind Mrs. Black just in time.

He looks ready to strangle me.

"Jesus!" Lilian yells, staring at Saint in horror. "What are you doing walking around with pie on your face?"

He points at me. "She slammed it into my face."

He was in the shower and I bought some pie to share with him but then he came out and wanted a kiss, but the pie was feeling left out, so I let him kiss it. I was being nice.

"Atta girl! That's my daughter-in-law!" Mr. Black cackles, making me laugh.

Mr. Black has been my number 1 cheerleader ever since I moved in after Christmas break and I absolutely love him with my whole heart.

"Quit complaining and go clean yourself up." Mrs. Black shakes her head, holding back laughs of her own. "Aspen," she turns to me and pushes me towards her son. "Go help him."

"Wait, no—"

Before I can get away, Saint grabs me by the waist and in one motion, turns me upside down on his shoulder. Ugh, I'm so dead.

Sighing, I give up and lounge on his shoulder, checking my nails all the while he walks back upstairs and we're back in his room.

Because I can, I slap his butt before he can put me down. And then the look he gives me when he sits me on his bed makes me laugh again.

I giggle, genuinely amused. "You look so funny."

"I'm glad I could be of some entertainment to you, Wilson." He deadpans, but then a small glob of pie runs down his face on his lip and that sends me over the edge. I completely lose it.

"Come here." I motion him closer and he raises a pie lined eyebrow before getting on his knees and scooting so we're eye-level.

"What, you want to smash more pie in my face?"

I take a little patch of pie from his cheek with my index finger and taste it, groaning immediately in regret. "I shouldn't have wasted my precious pie on you. This actually tastes nice." 

"Don't glare at me like I told you to do it." He snorts.

"Good point." I laugh before leaning in and licking a little bit more whip cream off his right and left cheek. When I'm done, I lick the cream off my lips and pull away to look at him. He was half clean.

He looks lost in thought for a moment and I take the liberty of slapping his arm to bring him back. His gaze snaps to me and I bob my head towards the bathroom, urging him silently to go finish cleaning up. Sighing and wanting more pie, I scoot back on the bed towards his nightstand and grab the book I had been reading for Saint.

I don't really love reading, but I do it for Saint. He always likes to tell me about his books and he often times gives me an annotated book to look over, and I find it interesting how devoted he is to reading.