The trouble with drugs is that no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you. And you will always want to go crawling back.
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The bathroom is connected to Aaron's master bedroom and is so expensive looking that I'm afraid to touch anything. The whole thing is white, with the exception of golden doorknobs and handles. I pull off my clothes, put my hair into a loose ponytail and help myself to his body wash. It has a thick, rich scent of vanilla peppermint.
That's why he smells so damn amazing.
I lather my skin with the foamy soap. Finally, I set the water temperature to a hot and hum along to a random, rhythm less tune. How did I go from being a lonely introvert, to showering in a thug's beach house?
And Aaron likes me.
The thought alone makes me melt pathetically. Never in a million years would I think I'd be in this position.
Soon, I step out the large shower to dry myself and wrap a small towel around my body. Without thinking, I open the door and walk back into Aaron's room.
I freeze like a deer in headlights when I see Aaron sitting on the edge of his bed with his forearms resting on his knees, freshly showered from downstairs. He's wearing black boxer briefs with no T-shirt on to cover his toned and tattooed torso. His blue eyes leave his phone to look over my body. My heart stutters when he stands to walk towards me. I grip the white towel around my body a little tighter. My cheeks blush bright red when he's directly in front of me.
"Stop hiding from me, Elle," he lifts my chin, eyes bright with curiosity even in the dim light. "Why do you look so embarrassed?"
"I've never been naked in front of anyone... like, ever," I admit sheepishly. "It's not something I can get used to."
"But it's just me."
I swallow, "I-I just- I don't know," I cover up more.
Aaron stares at me intently for a moment. Then he reaches behind my head and pulls at the hair band that kept my ponytail in place. I frown when the curly, dark locks cascaded over my shoulders and back.
"Let me see," Aaron coaxes mischievously. His index tugs at the only thing keeping me from being exposed.
"No."
Who does he think I am?
"No?" he questions.
"No." I confirm.
Aaron pauses for a moment. "Okay."
Before I know it, the towel is yanked off of my body, the cool air meeting my warm skin. It's so quick; I squeak, eyes wide from mortification. One of my hands instantly darts up to my breasts and the other goes to cover my crotch.
