First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 29

AADISON

I take in a deep breath and try to calm myself, while Diaz rounds the car to open my door. You might be wondering, Addie, why are you so weird and nervous?

I'll tell you why.

We got back from London and never talked about it again. Not the date, not the best kiss of my life, and not the fucked that I stripped for and went down on Aaron fucking Diaz.

We just went on beach dates and played beach volleyball together, but didn't call it a date.

I cooked a recipe from his abuela's cookbook, but we didn't kiss after the romantic candle light dinner.

We sat in complete silence, me reading my smutty books and him watching me, but it didn't end up with him bending me over his knees.

He went to matches and I cheered for him. When he got anxious, we worked on it together and he's making progress. But we...we are not making progress.

I am fucking confused!

I don't know how to act now. Am I just his doctor again? Friends with benefits?

What the hell are we?

He surprised me yesterday when he said he wanted to ask me something.

I thought it was another date, and we would discover whatever we were feeling further. But he asked me to come to his parents' house for dinner...Because he doesn't want to go alone, and he just wanted me there to take the spotlight from him.

He doesn't want them asking him many questions, so me being there as a guest will help that.

My heart dropped when he told me the reason, but I agreed. Because I enjoy hanging out with Diaz. Whether it was in silence, matches or dinners. I've learned that in his presence I feel... the most alive, so I will take a family dinner over spending tonight in the house alone.

"Doctor?"

I look up. He already opened my door and is waiting for me. What a gentleman he is, but I know it's an act. His dirty mouth and dirtier mind are evidence for that.

"Are you thinking about my butt in this suit again?"

See. Dirty.

Aaron Diaz is the best dressed person I know...After Scar. He's always in a button up that sticks perfectly to his muscled body.

He really does look like he belongs in a museum for people to gawk at him like I do most of the time. He wears expensive suits and expensive colognes. His casual means no suits jackets and maybe linen pants and shirts. He's old money perfection and Spanish summers.

"Why do you wear suits a lot? Don't you feel like you're overdressing for dinner at your parents' house?" I take his hand and get out of his very, very sexy car. Never been attracted to a car before, but Diaz's car is different. Filled with a leathery smell and his masculine, addictive cologne. I relish it.

He fake gasps and gives me an extravagant look "There isn't something called overdressed, doctor. I thought you knew that."

"Why? I think my clothing is very humble and appropriate wherever I go."

He laughs a huge, dark laugh and shakes his head mockingly. "You wear thongs every day, doctor. Is that appropriate for everywhere you go?"

I playfully slap his arm. "Hey! Don't shame me for my thongs. They make me feel sexy, so shut up."

"Mi..." He starts saying something but cuts himself off. This is the second time he did that. "Doctor, you don't need a thong to be sexy, you already are."