Paint You Wings

Three

I wake up, not knowing where I am. I go to turn on my back but stop when I feel the strong body behind me. I look at Aarons sleeping face and smile.

Then I stop. No no no no, I do not like him. I get up abruptly, startling Aaron awake.

He laughs. "Got some where to be?"

I look down at myself. I'm clothed, but they aren't my clothes. For some reason I can't remember last night.

"What happened last night?" I ask, grabbing my dress.

"We just talked and fell asleep." He laughs, sitting up revealing his muscular build. He throws the blanket off him. He's wearing his plaid pajama pants. I smile at how cute he looks.

No, stop Belle. You can't like him.

"What are you smiling about?"

I quickly wipe the smile from my face and grab my shoes. "Nothing."

"You know, you never answered me." He stands up and walks towards me. With each step he takes towards me I back away until my back is against his door.

I've never just fallen asleep with a guy. I always slept with them first. I don't even think we made out. Except that kiss at the club. That I remember. My insides warm and then I mentally smack myself out of it.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like what you see?" He smiles, placing his hands by my head.

I smirk, regaining my confidence. He wants my opinion. I affect him. I bite my lip. "Yeah, I do."

"Really?" He asks, leaning in closer.

I nod and our lips meet. My mouth opens involuntarily and his tongue slips inside. He wraps a hand around my lower back and I slide my hands up his bare chest. A moan slips through my mouth as he teases my tongue with his.

He laughs as he pulls away. "Good,"

I hit his chest playfully, causing him to laugh more.

"I'd like to see you again." He says seriously.

I bite my lip. "I live all the way in Tampa." I cannot let him see me again. I cannot go out with him. I do not like him.

He frowns. His eyebrows come together and his nose wrinkles a bit. I laugh at how cute he is and stand on my tiptoes to peck him on the lips. Oh god, what was that? I pull away quickly, but his large hand is suddenly groping my butt. He nips at my bottom lip.

"Don't leave then."

I smile, a real smile. The first real smile since my mom died. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up so I'm face to face. His strong hands support me as I wrap my legs around his core.

"Do you eat? You weigh nothing."

I blush ever so slightly and Aaron smiles.

I glance at the clock behind us. Nine o'clock. I'm breaking my rule. But we didn't sleep together so that makes it okay. Right? I bite my lip. I really shouldn't be staying. The more I stay, the more I accept I like him. If I start to like him I'm going to get hurt.

I can't get hurt. Not again.

He seems to sense this and pushes me back against the door frowning a bit. I arch into his body at the hard contact and he smiles, taking the chance to place his lips on my neck. He nibbles at the nape of my neck for a bit, making me moan every now and then. He removes his lips, smiling. I stick out my bottom lip, begging for more.