"So, what do you think?"
"Of what?"
"My book!"
"What do you mean 'what do I think'? It's just what you told me but on paper."
"How was my writing?"
"Fine."
"Aubrey."
"Aiden."
He stared at me until I looked away. The food came and I started eating. After a minute of ignoring Aiden's stares (he wasn't even eating), I finally caved.
"Fine. Your grammar was good, your sentence structures were good. I now understand why you drink Smart Water."
"Really?"
"No."
He made a noise. It was quick, like he made himself stop. I stifled a gasp. He had laughed. Out loud.
"Aiden."
"Aubrey."
"Laugh!"
"No."
"Oh come on, please?"
"Tell me about yourself, Aubrey. You know everything about me, I think it's only fair that you start spilling your deepest, darkest secrets." He smiled a lovely smile and I quickly told myself it was an okay smile. A normal smile. One that didn't flip my stomach.
"On one condition." I smirked. "You know what it is."
YOU ARE READING
Drove Me Wild
HumorAubrey is a best-selling author who meets a famous rock star when she reluctantly agrees to write his autobiography. Things happen.
