Paint You Wings

Twenty

The sun has rose quite a bit since I was last awake. Aaron's arm is tightly around my waist and his legs are tangled in mine. I blink my eyes, trying to clear my head. I feel like crying and screaming at the top of my lungs, and I'm not really sure why. Everything's just kind of gone.

I don't know why that is either.

I feel empty.

Aaron groans behind me and then rolls on his back, removing his arm from my body.

I hold my breath, but it doesn't help. I feel the bed shift and his lips are against my ear. "Good morning," His husky voice tickles my ear. I exhale out my nose and smile.

"It's past morning, Aaron. It's afternoon."

His soft lips travel from my earlobe and across my chin. "Oh,"

I roll over onto my back and stare up into his blue eyes. His black hair is tasseled and messy making him look ten times sexier than usual. My abdomen starts to tingle and I reach up and put my hand behind his neck. I pull his lips to mine, and soon feel him smiling.

He pulls away and brushes a strand of my dark hair out of my eyes. "I'm hungry,"

I laugh loudly and put a hand against his chest, pushing him on his back. "Let's get food then."

Without saying anything, Aaron throws the blanket off him and sits up. I watch as he pulls on a pair of jeans -that I don't remember him taking off- and a purple t-shirt. He sprays his cologne on him and turns towards me with his hands on his hips.

"Well?"

I suppress my grin and put my hands behind my head and close my eyes. Teasing him will never get old.

My body is cold and exposed when the blanket is ripped away. I know I'm still only wearing what I woke up in -one of Aaron's t-shirts that has risen up, showing my black lace underwear and my whole stomach. Large hands wrap around my ankles and I'm pulled across the bed. I open my eyes in shock just as my butt hits the carpet. I stare up at Aaron who is smirking victoriously. As I stand up, he takes a couple steps back. I glare at him playfully and find a pair of dark blue distressed skinny jeans and my white Falling In Reverse shirt.

"Okay, ready."

His blue eyes shine with enthusiasm as his arms wrap around my thighs and I'm lifted off the ground. I squeal in surprise, but shut up when I realize the amazing view of his backside I'm getting. I slap a hand against his butt. I wait for a reaction, but it doesn't come. Until we're in the parking lot that is.

"Belle, please stop smacking my ass!"

My face goes red as I see the elderly couple passing by as he yells the words. They give us disapproving glances, but continue on our way.

Aaron pats my butt and sets me down. "Butts are my thing," He winks.

I stick my tongue out at him and get in the car. As he joins me and starts the car, I turn the radio up as well as the bass. Song after song, the whole car shakes. My insides feel jumbled when Aaron comes to a stop outside of a Red Lobster. We're seated and patiently wait for a waiter.

Aaron's phone buzzes. He glances at it and his eyebrows meet together creasing his forehead. Biting his lip, he puts it away and glances at me reassuringly. Before I can ask him about anything, my phone rings from my pocket. As I pull it out, Aaron stares at me nervously. I read the caller ID. "Relax, it's my dad."

His face softens, but I can tell he's still a little anxious.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Belle."