Aaron's words echoed in my head as we rode in the car back home. We were making small talk about his season and about new author's that will soon be released. I tried my best to act cool and normal but I was fidgeting, giving short answers, and looking out the window. In the back of my head I couldn't stop thinking about what he said.
"We'll be in love by the time we're married. You keep calling it our fake wedding but I have this feeling it will very much so be real. I can tell and I can't wait."
What did he mean? How could he tell? I felt like our interactions were not that much since I came back. I've been running away and he's been busy with basketball, as always. We have little flirty moments here and there but I knew nothing about this man I was living with. Nothing deeper about him, and I had so many questions that came to the surface because of him comment.
What was he afraid of? What makes him mad? What did his tattoos mean? How did he act in past relationships? His love languages? Was his family perfect? Who were his friends?
Why was he so interested in me?
The more I realized I knew nothing about him the more agitated I got. I stared out of the car window, arms and legs crossed. I tried and failed to get my breathing under control but I felt like a horse running in the heat. As we pulled into the warehouse garage I went inside, barely letting the car stop and not waiting for Aaron.
"Bianca?" I heard him call after me as the door closed and I went upstairs. "Bianca what happened?!"
How could he say something so... bold. We know nothing about each other and he hasn't even tried to get to know me. He didn't have a problem getting into my pants. In that way I guess he knows me. I went into Aaron's room and hurriedly got a few of my clothes and toiletries and went to the room I was sleeping in before. I quickly locked the door and stripped my clothes off to get changed.
I heard foot steps walk up the stairs and I quickly shut the lights off. The footsteps walked past the door of the room I was in and towards Aaron's room.
"Bianca?" I heard Aaron call out again as I slid in bed under the covers. He had slight panic in his voice and it cut at my heart.
I took a deep breath stared into the darkness. Maybe this wasn't how I should handle my frustration but right now I didn't care. I needed to throw a fit, he was getting too comfortable too fast without putting in any effort. And... So was I.
"Bianca!" Aaron called again, he was frustrated as I heard him run all over the house, opening and closing doors in the process.
We'll be in love by the time the wedding comes around? I suppose that possible, if we ever decide to set a wedding date. How could we be in love if he doesn't even know anything deep about me? I wanted to quiz him, just to show him how ridiculous his prediction was. The little voice in my head echoed a fear to me: How could we be in love if I run away every time I feel an emotion too strongly.
I heard the foot steps again but this time they stopped in front of my door. Did he really just spend all that time searching for me in the warehouse when I was right here? I held my breath, I didn't want to talk to him. Didn't want the satisfaction of quizzing him anymore. He would probably be mad at me for hiding from him anyways.
Four knocks sounded on the door. "Bianca." Aaron said on the other side.
"I'm going to sleep." I said, barely loud enough that he could hear me on the other side.
"Can I come in? What just happened?" He gently pressed on.
"I'm. Going. To. Sleep. Aaron." I said again. I turned my back to the door, not that he could see me trying yo give him the cold shoulder.
