Chapter 5

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AARON

I finish training, showering and meeting with coach Dean about some game plans we want to add in our training, then start walking to my car.

I enter my car. It is a black Bugatti Chiron. I love my car. Everyone thought after I got better I wouldn't want to drive, because you know...Trauma and all. I loved driving and I didn't want what happened to take that away from me too, so I bought this beautiful car the moment I was cleared to drive again.

I-

Someone knocks on my window, startling the hell out of me. I jump from my seat, hitting my head.

Who-

"Mr. Diaz?"

Addison?

I look out of my window and see Addison standing there, with a shy smile on her face. She looks astonishing, I still can't believe she is here.

I open the door and step out of my car. I should say something right? I can grunt?

Why can't I say something? Her gaze on me is unsettling. What does she want? I really would like to know what is in her head right now.

"I'm sorry."

Huh? She's apologizing? I was the one who acted like a dick, why is she apologizing?

"I realized this is all moving very fast and It is...kinda weird." Her breathy, awkward, little laugh is taking my breath away. Her hair is longer and she looks...mature. Sexier.

I am already lost in her world and admiring everything about her, while I should be listening to what she is saying. Aaron! Focus!

"Living with your therapist is not something that should be forced on you, but I already signed a contract and this is my job now. I would very much like it if you would give me a chance. I really think I could help you with whatever it is you need help with. If you don't, that is completely fine, I won't push, but we will have a system...umm...rules."

She has a new scar under her mouth, I like it. I want to touch it with my finger and trace my finger down her face and all over her beautifully lines.

Her voice is so good. Her voice is making my lips tug up.

"I don't want to cause you more pain, that's all. I want to find a way to make this comfortable for you."

I don't answer her, I just stare. I glare at her, actually. Lost in my own mind thinking about her. I should say something, but my brain doesn't seem to signal that. It just wants to keep me watching Addison.

How could someone be that good? She apologized to me, told me she doesn't want to cause me any pain? How could she ever do that? She wants it to be comfortable for me, when she's the one who will be living with a strange man!! Is she real?

Her face turns into a slight frown and that makes me realize that I am scowling at her and not giving her apology an answer.

What is wrong with me?

Ooh. Nope, let's not open that door.

"Look, I am really trying here. Whatever it is you don't like about me-"

"When can you move in? When will you bring your things?"

"What?"

Will I act like a freaking robot, and frown like this every time I'm around her? Maybe.

Will I blurt anything that comes to mind and look like an unhinged man in front of her? Also, maybe.

For the past two years I have been frowning at everyone I meet and speaking with grunts and nods mostly. I never minded it because I didn't care what people say about my behavior, it was already tarnished by the media. But now with Addison...I might care. I might even want to stop the way I am with people other than my family and team.

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