What If Just...

21 Vivian

My partner twists me in the dance so that at some point I lose my senses of presence and balance and crash into someone.

Judging by the shoes I see, staring at the ground, this someone is Aiden.

I just stand there, resting my forehead against his chest and giggling foolishly at my awkwardness.

He chuckles softly, pulling me closer.

"I told you I'm a terrible dancer," I whisper, inhaling the scent of his T-shirt.

"You didn't lie, indeed," the guy teases playfully.

Maybe I imagine things, but it seems like Aiden kisses the top of my head and hides his face into my hair.

I feel drunk, even though I haven't got a drop of alcohol.
Guess, the whole thing is that the elderly man has spun me too much.

Aiden's voice brings me out of my thoughts.

"We have to go, my car is not far from here."

It is only when I get inside that I feel all the exhaustion of the day.

Remembering previous events, I turn around, checking if the books are in place.

I probably look like a fool, smiling at them so broadly.

"You're just a book maniac," Aiden interjects, shooting me a glance. "I have never met anyone being so crazy about books."

I don't respond to the guy's statement, looking at the night city through the car window.
I hope I'll get a chance to get out here again soon.

"What are you passionate about?" I ask Aiden after a while.

"Um, I don't know," he quickly replies, and some time later adds, "Maybe sports. Especially team sorts."

Looks like I caught him off guard.

"Do you like to watch or to play?" I wonder, wishing to know more about the topic.

"I gladly do both", Aiden answers with a touch of dryness in his tone.

I need to learn more about his hobby so that I can buy something special for his birthday.
And the main thing is not to forget to find out the date itself.

When we get home, Grace is already asleep.
She thoughtfully prepared food for us in case we got hungry.

I don't feel like eating, so I head upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed.

Tomorrow is my next day off, but I believe it's better not to change the bed hours too much, so that the body doesn't go crazy.

I decide to sleep in that gray silk chemise dress of Aiden's choice.

Scanning my reflection in the mirror, I realize it's crucial to make sure the guy doesn't see me in it at all costs.

I immediately get into bed and pull the blanket high.

"Are you cold?" Aiden asks when he sees me in my cover.

"I feel more comfortable this way," I try to lie.

He frowns, but doesn't push me further.

"Go to sleep. I'll grab a shower and come back a little later", the guy informs.

I exhale with relief.

I'll just read a little and then turn off the light, so there is no reason to worry he'll notice what I'm wearing and how revealing it is.

I've only read five pages when I hear the bathroom door open and close.

Aiden comes into my room in only black boxers, like it's no big deal.