Awhile later Aaron and I ended up sprawled on his bed together against the pillows. There wasn't anything too sexual about it, more comforting. Simply holding on to one another.
We were seated on the floor for a long time before Aaron quietly asked if we could move to the bed and lay with eachother. Obviously I couldn't (didn't want to) refuse.
I wanted to re-establish the closeness, and do whatever it took to make things better again. This had to be our fresh start. I was basically starting a whole new relationship. This time I wanted to do it right.
So hours passed with my head on his chest, running my fingers down his toned arms, sometimes over his shoulders.
He was sort of on his side keeping his arms wrapped securely around my waist. Occasionally we'd share a soft kiss or talk about nothing of real importance in whispers. My body seemed to soak up Aaron's warmth and presence like it would die without it.
I hadn't been lying when I told Aaron I was scared of how much I loved him. When someone has that big of a hold over your heart, it's terrifying to know that at any second it could all end.
I never wanted it to. I closed my eyes when Aaron leaned in to slowly drag his lips over mine, breath hitching in my throat when he gently sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.
Soon enough I raised a hand to stroke his cheek but his own hand had been coming up at the same time and our fingers bumped into eachother. I cracked my eye open a bit to see him already looking at me.
I smiled shyly. "Hey." He whsipered, smiling back. "Hi." For a little bit I let myself just get lost in his eyes until a grumble noise caught my attention.
I glanced down at his stomach then back to his face, rising an eyebrow. "Hungry?" He shrugged, still just staring at my face. "When did you eat last?" He considered shortly before shrugging again.
I felt a pang of unease. "Aaron...?" "I don't know, probably the night you came over to uh, 'break up' with me I guess." He sighed uncomfortably. I sat a up getting upset.
Okay, now I was going into freak out mode. "Aaron oh my God! You can't just...Can't not eat, why haven't you eaten anything?" I demanded. He unwound his arms from my waist in order to sit up properly.
He looked down at the bedspread while he spoke. "I don't know, I guess not having you...Pretty much destroyed my appetite. Plus there's a lot more important things in life than food Chloe-" He raised a hand after sensing I was about to interupt.
"Stop worrying alright? It was only a couple days I'm fine now anyways." I seriously doubted that, seeing as his stomach had made another gurgling monster noise.
I let out a shaky breath and brought both of my hands up to cup either side of his face. I waited until he met my gaze.
"Aaron Mackenzie Knight, don't you ever no matter what, not eat because of me. You got that? If we have a fight, if I turn into an even bigger bitch than I already am, shh! Never refuse food on my account because it will only hurt yourself, and I never want you to be hurt again. Understand?" I finished firmly.
He rolled his eyes but nodded anyways. "Whatever you say." he mumbled with a smile. "Exactly, whatever I say." I teased and pulled him forward for a much longer, deeper kiss.
"You know, I really am okay, not that hungry at all." He said. His stomach did that dying whale impression, totally contradicting his statement. I laughed and hopped off the bed tugging him along behind me.
"Come on sweety, let's go to my house and get some food." I said. I went to open the bedroom door but he stopped me and twirled me around until my back was sealed to the wooden frame.
