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28 - Sloane *

I couldn't refrain from smiling as Aaron drove us through the city of Chicago to wherever he was bringing me. The look on his face when I told him I wasn't wearing a dress or shorts was priceless. It was mixed with thrill, mischievousness, excitement, wonder, and curiousness.

When Aaron refused to help me decide what I should wear, and his questionable promise when I brought up leaving my house naked, I decided to do just that to prove I was heading in the right direction he wished to see me heading—that I was healing.

I also thought it would be a nice change from how I've been if I acted a bit more playful, reminding Aaron of how I used to be when he and I used to hang out.

Occasionally, from the corner of my eye, I'd catch his eyes on me instead of them being focused on the road, and I'd smile even wider whenever I'd catch that. Although, now that I see we're not going in the club's direction, my smile's beginning to fade—he's bringing me somewhere else. And that's got me feeling nervous.

I lowered my head, looking at what I chose to wear, panic quickly ripping through me at the thought he was bringing me somewhere I didn't wish to be seen partially naked.

I jumped at Aaron's touch when his hand rested on my thigh, and he squeezed. A chuckle left his lips as he quipped, "Jumpy?"

"Where are we going? I assumed you were bringing me to the club."

He chuckled again, the sound of his laughing causing my stomach to tighten into knots.

"Nope." Looking at me with a wide grin, my heart fell into the pit of my stomach when he humorously added, "The club didn't even cross my mind—somewhere else did." My eyes lowered when he patted my thigh, and then they returned to him when he said, "Don't worry. Where we're going, they won't care what you're wearing. They'll actually be in heaven with it."

They'll?

I looked away from Aaron and to the building he parked in front of. Looking to see where he brought me, my neck craned around. My heart immediately stilled when I saw the sign above the door. Sunrise Senior Living...

Great. Aaron brought me to see his grandmother, a woman I hadn't seen since we were fifteen. And a woman who refused me to see him after she took Aaron and his sisters in when their parents were sadly taken from them.

"Aaron," I nervously whispered. "I can't go in there with you."

He grinned with his hand on the door and his eyes on me. "It's okay, Sloane. You'll be just fine."

"But," I quietly choked out, digging my ass further into the seat, not wanting to move an inch. "I'm not dressed to be here."

"No buts." He jerked his head toward the door, urging me to follow him. "Come on. Let's visit my grandmother. They won't care if you're visiting in just a robe," he grins.

Ugh. I guess this is what I get for trying to be playful.

I reluctantly opened my door, feeling nervous and angry with Aaron; he allowed me to leave my house half-naked, knowing damn well he was bringing me to an old folks home. I raised my hand to the slit exposing my breasts and clutched my robe tightly together as I walked beside Aaron into the nursing home.

His arm formed around me, and he leaned to my ear as we walked down a hallway, quietly telling me, "Quit looking at the ground. You've been doing so well," he praised, "just because of where we are, doesn't mean you can go back into hiding. Keep your head held up, and continue allowing yourself to be seen."

I'm so embarrassed.

What was I thinking to leave my home in just a robe?

I should've known we weren't going to the club after he told me he couldn't punish me the way I wanted him to anymore.