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Feeling her renewed resistance, he quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him.
Their bodies were now pressed together, her back against his chest, her struggles rendered ineffective by h...
We posed together, our heads close together as I held up my phone to snap the picture. Afterwards, I quickly checked the photo and couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. We looked really cute together.
Just as we were settling back into the comfortable silence, Aaron suddenly spoke up. "Can I have your number?" he asked, looking at me intently.
He seemed slightly embarrassed, averting his gaze while still managing to maintain his usual arrogant demeanor. "I, uh, you'll send me that picture," he muttered, his cheeks tinged pink.
A small chuckle escaped my lips as I observed his flustered state. His usual confident demeanor had been replaced by a bashful expression, a rare sight to behold.
I quickly save his number on my phone, a small smile playing on my lips. He does the same with mine, his fingers moving deftly over the screen.
Amidst eating our food, a thought occurred to me. "Wait, you don't have an Instagram?" I blurted out, my curiosity getting the better of me.He nodded in agreement, his tone casual. "Yeah, I have an account, but I don't use it often," he clarified.
I quickly pulled out my phone and asked for his handle. He chuckled at my eagerness, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You really want to see my profile, huh?" he teased.He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on me.
"Alright, alright, my handle is @Aaron.Alston_," he relented, watching as I typed it into the search bar.
My jaw dropped as I saw the number of his followers. "Wow..." I exhaled, taken aback by the sheer number of people who followed him on Instagram. "You have *that many* followers?"
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He shrugged nonchalantly, as if having a massive following on Instagram was the most ordinary thing in the world. "It's nothing," he said nonchalantly.
I stared at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend how someone could be so nonchalant about having millions of followers.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at his casual demeanor, as if it was something he was used to.As I continued scrolling through his Instagram feed, a sudden question popped into my mind.
"Why don't you ever use your Instagram account if you have so many followers?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.He shrugged once more, his expression nonchalant. "I don't have time," he replied simply. I couldn't help but feel a little letdown by his response. "Oh, that's it?" I said, trying not to show my disappointment.
He suddenly turned the tables on me, his gaze sharp. "Why don't you tell me yours?" he echoed, his lips curling into a smirk.
He pulled out his phone wordlessly and handed it to me, waiting patiently as I entered my handle into the search bar.I was stunned when he unlocked his phone without hesitation and handed it to me.
