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Chapter 2 • Exposure

Maila's POV

"Come here," Aaron playfully beckons.

I trail kisses up his adobomen, dragging the hem of his shirt up with me. I sit atop his groin and he props himself up on his elbows.

"Take off your shirt," I whine, tugging at it, but he doesn't budge his arms. "Aaron."

"You first," he urges, placing his hands on my thighs, rubbing qently.

I shake my head. "Definitely not."

Aaron scowls. "Why not? I've already seen you naked."

Blood rushes to my face. "We were in the dark. It's different."

Aaron sits up suddenly, catching me before I fall backward. I yelp, reflexively wrapping my arms around him. He drums his fingers against my backside and I nudge his nose with mine.

Brown eyes search my own. "Take it off," he says again, his tone firm.

So, we stare at each other, two stubborn souls, for what seemed to be forever.  A challenge of who can give in first.

But I crumble, leaning in for a kiss, but Aaron smoothly moves his head to the side.

"Fine," I spat at him.

My eyes on his, I grab the hem of my tank top, lift it up over my head and toss it aside.

"Satisfied?" I ask him.

"Mhm," Aaron hums, a wicked grin on his face.

He's such a brat but honestly, I love that he pushes me to be comfortable with him.

I lean over him and reach for the light switch. My chest comes close to his face and he bites down on the fabric of my bra. I hear him growl as he tug on it and I giggle, flicking the lights off.

"You just love the dark, huh?" he muses but doesn't give me a chance to respond before he suddenly flips me over and lays atop of me, his body pressing me onto the mattress.

"Get off me, loser," I tease, pushing him hard on his chest.

"Oh, so you wanna play that game?" Aaron pulls my arms away and I fight him as he snugs his way between my legs.

I'm giggling out of control, trying to get him away, but it's useless. He's way too strong.

Aaron pins my hands down by my head. "I've got ya," he teases, leaning in for a kiss.

I snap at him with my teeth, but he jerks his head away just in time and chuckles.

"Oh, really?" he jokes, "that's how you feel?"

We both start laughing and it feels good. The connection we have is so comfortable. You could tell that we've known eachother for years.

Abruptly, a strange emotion comes over me and I stop. I cock my head at him in wonder. Watching him laugh, clueless and care free, I finally realize just how handsome he is, how soothing and attractive his accent was...

"I like the way you laugh," I murmur, unaware that I was speaking aloud.

Aaron peers down at me and something in the atmosphere changes. He leans forward and his lips meet mine. My hands itch to touch him, but he still holds them prisoner by my head. In a way, this excites me. His tongue presses against my teeth and I open up to him, deepening the kiss, twisting his tongue with mine.

After a moment, I break away from him, needing to catch my breath. Aaron moves his lips to my neck and begins planting long, sweet kisses there. He trails them down to my collar bone and traces its outline with his lips.