My Fake Boyfriend

Chapter 11.5: Changing Ways

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I adjusted my body closer and, with our hands still connected, I leaned in. His mouth almost enveloped mine in a fiery kiss.

Keyword being almost.

Before our lips could make contact, Aaron's finger did. He raised his index finger to my lips, stopping me in my movements.

"Please." He strained out, his voice laced with exhaustion.

My eyes snapped open at this and I stared at him, hoping he would offer me a reasonable explanation- But one never came.

I recoiled away from him, nodding numbly.

"Sorry." I mumbled. Tears formed in my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. Aaron's eyes didn't meet mine as he spoke, his voice quiet.

"No. I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean to start anything. I'm sorry." He said, his eyes looking everywhere but at me.

I turned to Aaron who eyed our connected hands with a mixture of disgust and despair.

I waited. I don't know what for, but I didn't feel like moving right now. Aaron clenched and unclenched his jaw, eyeing our hands. His palm pressed against mine with a little force before he hesitantly parted his hand from mine, moving it back slowly to his side.

Aaron's POV from the lake when they nearly kiss- Part 5

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Aaron's lips were like a whisper above hers then and he stilled, knowing that if Lexi did not want it, he wouldn't continue with his own selfish desires. Much to his relief, she didn't object so he proceeded to move in.

He knew that it may make things awkward between them later and he knew that it might compromise her helping him impress his mother, but he couldn't find himself stopping now; not when his need was greater than logic.

He could feel it then: how close they were, the heat from her small form, contrasting with the cold surroundings. It was all he could think off and he felt the strong urge to close the gap hurriedly; to press his lips against hers. It was all he could think of until her small hand trembled as it lay flat against his and- suddenly- he just couldn't do it.

He couldn't use her as a distraction like he did the others.

So, without another thought, he raised his index finger to her lips, stopping their movements altogether. The feel of her soft lips against his hand was enough to test his restraint and he clenched his eyes shut, holding back the urge.

"Please." He strained out, trying to control himself, but he knew that he would cave if she cared to convince him otherwise. He would kiss her with no regrets; no thoughts to the aftermath.

Silence.

He didn't open his eyes, even when she said nothing in response because he knew he wouldn't be able to withstand her assessing gaze. Her brown eyes were so intrusive at times, it made him feel as though she could see his soul and it scared him to his wits.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity of torment, she moved away from him.

"Sorry." Her voice was quiet as she spoke, but she gave nothing else away from it, so he opened his eyes to gauge her expression. She was looking to the side with that same expressionless gaze and Aaron shook his head softly, in protest to her words.