Enthral Azure

Chapter 22

When Brad parked me outside of Aaron's house, his face turned to me in a goofy smile.

"This is your house?" he asked, his face red.

"Yep," I lied. "Gotta go now, bye."

"Wait -"

I opened the passenger door and shut it closed before he can finish his sentence.

He was trying to talk to me through inside the car, but his voice was muffled. His thumb held near his ear and his little finger pointed at his mouth, and he silently spoke the words 'call me.' I groaned, and waved at him half-heartedly and waited for him to leave.

Standing before me, was a beautiful brick-built two story palatial home. I couldn't help but gaze, the garden was so neat, with beds of red roses. It reminded me of one of those 18th century homes, but very lovely.

So, Aaron lives here? Wow.

It's weird that I haven't seen his home.

But, nevertheless, this place is extravagant. There was no car in the driveway, and if Aaron isn't home then I'm going to mentally hit myself at how embarrassing and awkward that would be. But hopefully his parents aren't here.

I take small, tentative steps on the stone pathway that leads to the steps of his front door. I walk up the steps to the porch, and a wide wooden door looms in front of me. I swallow down my nervousness.

I close my eyes tight. Should I do this? What if he's not even home, his jeep isn't even here! But he must be... I at least have to try. Hopefully he answers the door... I haven't even met his parents, ugh!

I bite my lip and wince as I knock on the door. It's so goddam loud!

I can hear faint footsteps inside the foyer. I inch my feet uncomfortably. This is it, I thought. I concentrate on the flower pot on the side of the door, anything to keep me distracted.

Someone opens the door.

"Lucy?" A soft, manly voice says. Aaron.

I avert my eyes to him, and his expression softens and he gazes down my mini dress and heals. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Suddenly, my eyes begin to burn.

He's staring into me. Into my soul.

"Lucy, are you okay?" he asks quietly, stepping toward me.

"What? Why? Im fine." I murmur.

"You're crying," He whispers, and then he drags his thumb under my eyes and wipes the tear streaking down my face.

Oh my god. I'm crying.

"Oh," I whisper. I'm so stupid.

His blue eyes regard me, and he takes his soft hands into mine. My stomach flutters with guilt.

"Aaron," I croak. "Aaron, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot I - "

"Shhh. Shhh." He whispery coaxes. He brings me into a hug, and smooths down my hair.

"You don't understand. I done things - things really bad and I can't - I can't forgive myself." My voice is muffled, and im sobbing into his arms.

"Don't talk." He whispers softly. "Come inside."

He takes me inside, never letting his azure eyes away from me.

His house is warm, and the crackle of the fire in the fireplace is the only sound I hear other than the beating of my heart. The foyer is beautiful. There are pieces of art hung on the walls, and the rug in the foyer is dark mahogany.