Silent Attention [COMPLETED]

40. Surprise

"I"m fine with what you have on."

Holly fucking shit. I stood there, like an idiot gaping at him.  He had dark wash jeans and a plain t shirt that hugged his body.  If I looked close enough I could see his nipple rings.  But his face,  his brown hair was styled into a faux hawk and my hands itched to mess it up.  His earth colored eyes were glued to me under dark lashes.  His face was just the right amount of angles and softness.  Not rugged but not a boy either. Strangely his lip ring suited him, on those full lips of his that were now upcast into a grin.  I think I just wet myself, and not in the little kid potty training kind of way.

"You going to invite me in?"

"I think I'm dying."

"I know I look angelic, but I can assure you, you are still here, in the realm of the living."

Cocky asshole.  This is defiantly Aaron.  If his voice didn't give him away, his attitude would have.  I moved aside numbly, trying my best to brush off the surprise.  I closed the door behind him and followed him to the couch.  I took a quick glance at his ass and sucked my top lip in.  Fuck me those jeans look good on him.  I looked up right before he turned around.  Damn that was close.  I grew a little nervous and caught my reflection in a small mirror I had on the wall.  I looked like shit.  Still in my bed clothes from last night.  The ones he had seen me in, and now knew I hadn't changed all day.

"Uhhmm.  So where are we going?"

I saw his gaze roam over my body and felt a little embarrassed.  I know he had seen me worse, but I don't remember, therefore in my mind, it never happened.

"It looks like you're dressed for a night in.  We can do that."

I know he has taken me home before, been in my home before with just the two of us, but sober me was still nervous about being alone with him.

"Actually, I need to take a quick shower anyway."  If we were going out, I really didn't want to smell like an old club. 

Aaron sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable.  It felt super weird to me, but I kept reminding myself he has been in my apartment before, more than once.

"Take as much time as you need.  I have a few work e mails I need to read through."

He had already pulled out his phone and I walked straight to the bathroom.  I locked the door behind me and took a full look in the mirror.  I looked a little rough, but it wasn't as bad as I thought.  I hurriedly through off all my clothes and got into the shower.

Seeing him at my door was the last thing I expected.  I wanted to be presentable by the time we met up.  I wanted time to prepare myself mentally for him.  I obviously needed it.  I scrubbed roughly on my hair and body, cursing my bad luck.  When I got out, I was doing more than cursing.

I had no towels in the bathroom and the only clothes I had were the ones I had taken off.  I really didn't want to put them back on.  Fucking Shelly must have showered and thrown the last towel in the laundry room. 

I had two choices here, I could put back on my stinky clothes, or make a run for it to my bedroom.  It wasn't really a run.  The bathroom was at the end of the hall and my bedroom door sat next to it.  It was a matter of feet.  All of two steps, maybe three. 

I totally just convinced myself to make a run for it.  Where Aaron had sat on the couch was not even in view of the hallway.  I opened the door a sliver and peeped out.  The light from the living room crept partway down the hall and all was quiet.  I listened and heard nothing.  I inhaled deeply and took the few steps into my room, almost slamming the door behind me, like the boogy man was after me.  Before I could even turn around I heard a deep breathy voice.

"Fuck me."

"Fucking shit what are you doing in my room!"  All the air I had been holding in my lungs came out loudly in that single sentence as I tried to cover myself up.

Aaron just chuckled, sat up on the bed and tossed me the pillow he had been using.  I caught it, flashing him my boobs and quickly held it tight to my body.

"Your couch is to small for me to lay down on.  I came in here to finish up my e mails."

I glared at him, his phone was sitting right next to him, screen still lit up white.  "How is it that you always get to see more of me, than what I see of you?  And by the way the polite thing would have been to turn around, not toss me a pillow."

"If you want to see me naked, you just have to say."  He flashed his pantie wetting smile. 

Mine would have been wet if I were wearing any.  I moved over to the corner of the room and pointed to the door with one hand, still clinging to my pillow with the other. "Go back to the living room and think of a way to make this even without us both being naked."  I could feel my cheeks begin to burn.  This night was turning into a mess.

He got up and glided towards me, still keeping a small distance of a few feet.  He paused for a second, like he was about to say something, then walked out, closing the door gently behind him.  I dropped the pillow and marched over to the door, locking it and walked back to the pillow to pick it up.  The pillow that sat right in front of a large framed mirror I had sitting in the corner.  The corned I had just been standing in.  He totally just saw my ass and didn't say anything.  He owed me big.  Fucking huge.