My Fake Boyfriend

The Memories Of Last Night

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He ducked his head near my ear, his voice raw and husky as he spoke.
"Let me show you that I care."

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"What?" I breathed; my mouth agape. Aaron moved closer; his lips a fraction away from mine. I ignored the urge to close the gap, choosing rather to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth.

"Let me take care of you, Lexi." He spoke in a tantalisingly slow manner, stroking my jawbone with his index finger.

Speechless, that's what I was. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. So, I did the only thing I could do.

I nodded.

I woke up, feeling the heat of the sun hit my face. Shielding my face, I sat up slowly and drank water from a glass by the bedside.
I looked up at the sky- it must have been around noon. I rubbed my eyes as I surveyed the small guest room.

"Aaron, where are you taking me?" I muttered feeling all too aware as he stood behind me.

"Upstairs." He breathed, kissing my hair. I breathed loudly, trying to control myself. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he immediately went to open a door and- before I knew it- Aaron's lips were back on mine.

I looked at the clock. I was right- it was just past noon. I tugged a hand through my rough hair, grimacing at the 'birds-nest' feel to it. I seriously needed a shower right now. Turning to my left, I gasped when I saw Aaron sleeping. I had forgotten he was there.

The blanket stopped at his waist- his toned back on display as he was sleeping on his stomach. He looked effortlessly beautiful- his hair dark and tousled; his eyelashes unnaturally long and a content smile on his face.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I asked Aaron in a breathless whisper.

Aaron lay his forehead against mine, a beautiful smile across his face. He stroked a finger down my cheek.
"Because you're gorgeous."

I blushed underneath him, turning my face away from his gaze. The butterflies in my stomach had felt like they'd intensified, feeling more like a herd of elephants were using my stomach as their personal trampoline.

I heard Aaron laugh.
"You're cute when you blush." He teased; his hand made patterns on my waist as he spoke.

"Shut up." I muttered defensively, fanning my cheeks to calm them down. Sometimes, I hated how easily I blushed.

Aaron's laugh pierced the room yet again. He turned my face, so I was facing him and drew in closer.
"Make me." He dared with a dark eyebrow raised. I raised an eyebrow in response, accepting his challenge as I pulled his face to mine and kissed him.