Aaron Carpenter Imagines & Preferences

Condoms

Y/n's POV:

"Oh my goodness." I say, burring my face into the side of Aaron's arm. I held his arm softly, being comforted by the smell of his deodorant under his shirt. His hands were in his pockets as he gazed over the varieties.

"Don't be ashamed." He smiled, down at me. "It's not like no ones ever bought them before."

"I know," I say, peaking up at his beautiful eyes. "I just feel like everyone is watching us."

He chuckled, leaned to the side and kissing my head.

"I know," He sighed. "I know." He finally reached forward grabbing a black colored box. He looked over the packaging before taking my hand in his.

"Come on, Y/n look at me." He smiled, tilting his head down slightly to meet my eyes. My cheeks burned, and I looked to the side embarrassed.

"Hey." He chuckled. "Stop being so nervous." He said, trying to comfort me even though my behavior was rather childish. I nodded, still looking down at our tangled fingers.

"Y/n?" He said softer. The soft voice he always used when he was worried or cautious.

I looked up at him, tightening my grip on his hand. He brought my fingers to his lips and pressed kisses on my knuckles.

"I've got you." He whispered. "Remember these," He added holding up the box. "These will help me show my feeling for you, in ways words can't describe." He whispered.

I started to feel better, and gave him a small smile. He noticed I was doing better, and smiled back. Before leaning forward and taking my lips in his quickly.

"That's my girl." He mumbled. Then pulling away, and pulling me out of the aisle.

Confidently holding the box in his left hand as we both made our way to the checkout lanes.

Hand in hand, and stealing glances at each other every few steps. Then looking down with smiles plastered on our faces.