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Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, I woke up in a really fancy hotel room.

Naked.

What the fuck happened last night. I wondered.

A flash of pain quickly hit me as I felt my head pounding against my skull.

"Owww....", I groaned.

Hangover.

How could I get a hangover. I don't even drink.

I groaned again as another wave of pain hit me.

That's when I noticed an empty Jack Daniels bottle on the floor.
More specifically the Jack Daniels bottle from the drug dealers in Dallas.

That reminds me...
Where in fuck's name is Aaron?

Just then a certain brown headed loser walked out of the bathroom.

Completely naked.

Then in a spur of images, last night came back to me. Statue of Liberty, the kissing, drinking of the alcohol, and the .... um ..... lovemaking.

I mentally face palmed.

"Oi Jordan!"
I looked up and immediately covered myself with the bed sheets.

"No need to cover what I've already seen."
He snickered.

I threw the closest pillow in my reach at him and said, " Asshole."

He blocked the pillow and then jumped on the bed, landing beside me. "Yes, but I'm your asshole."

I looked at him oddly, "You're my asshole."

"NO! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT IN THAT WAY!"

I laughed and then grinned at him.

"You're so cute."

He smiled back and then cupping my face in his rough hands, kissed me softly.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him closer so our bodies were touching.

The kiss slowly got harder and harder, at the same time more passionate and loving. Until I broke it (the kiss) because I couldn't breathe.

Aaron is a fucking great person to makeout with. I thought to myself.

"I know I am."

Huh.

"You said that I am an quote on quote, 'fucking great person to make out with'."

My eyes widened when I realized I'd said all that stuff out loud instead of in my head.
A small blush made it's way across my cheeks.

"Hey, hey no need to be embarrassed. You were just stating the obvious." Aaron grinned.

I hit his hard chest playfully and put on a pouty face, biting my lip in the process.

Aaron flushed and got serious, "Stop doing that"

"Doing what?"

"Biting your lip."

I kept gazing on my lip.
Aaron flushed and got even redder.

"Why can't I bite my lip?" I asked.

"You can't because then you look so goddamn irresistible and I feel like I can't control myself. Like I am going to fuck you right here, right now."