Aaron | ON HOLD

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Chapter 15

       I was nervous all afternoon. I was counting down the minutes until my next break and itching to get to that stock room.

I had mustered up a plan, Sarah was involved and had a back story for anyone who had asked where I was and now, I was ready to go.

I couldn't dress up in a fancy red dress whilst on my way to a fancy restaurant, but this was how it was and I was...happy. The smile on my face this afternoon said it all.

"Your smiling is making me anxious." Sarah said whilst going through some paper work on the desk. "But I'll take whatever you're having."

"No you won't." I interjected. She wasn't having Mr Aaron King, the source of all my happiness so far.

I really needed to get a life.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Sarah smirked. Sometimes I wish I never had told her anything.

"Break?" I replied. A date with a hot man? A little secret retreat for the hour? Either of those would do.

"Go." She said, as if it was up to her anyway. But, I didn't argue. I grabbed my things and left the room quicker than she could have said come back.

And once I was out of the room, my nervousness came back. I didn't know why I was so nervous, I had done all sorts with this man in secret but this had some intimacy to it. He was planning something for me, to cheer me up. Nobody had ever been this kind to me before.

It shows I didn't usually have great taste in men, obviously.

I ran up to the stock room with enough speed to not seem suspicious. I got to the door and I couldn't even falter, if I did I was worried I'd never go in there.

Oh, Chloe, don't get all panicky now. You're not going to get caught!

I opened the door and was met with Aaron, his large body taking up most of the stock room. I looked around the room, a small plate of this evening's tea was on the floor. His hand was behind his back.

"Hi." I breathed. He smiled and it lit up the room.

"Hi." His voice seemed raspy. He pulled his hand from behind his back and out came a little buttercup. "I picked it up from the ground earlier when we were allowed out." He started rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand in what seemed to be embarrassment.

"I love it." I waltzed in to the room and took the buttercup from out of his grasp. I brought it to my nose. "It smells delightful, almost like it has never been in the prison's yard."

"It's probably a little crushed as I've held it in my pocket most of the afternoon." He said sheepishly. "But it's not dead yet so that's a good thing." He then chuckled nervously. "I shouldn't be joking about death."

"I mean..." I was silent for a second before I burst out giggling. Christ, I was like a high school girl giggling over her crush.

Was I the only girl who could stand in a room with a convicted murder and while he jokes about death I just stand there and laugh?

I must have been.

"Come, sit down." I looked around the room for a chair. "On the floor." He stated. Oh yes, the floor. I didn't mind, not one bit, I was just grateful to be here with him.