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“Tomorrow,” I breathed, then quickly hung up and plugged my phone into the charger. It was way too soon to even think about those words, so he wasn’t saying them. It was my tiredness messing with me.
Maybe it was just a habit. He probably always said it when hanging up and he almost let it slip…I was thinking too much about this. He’d only said one word. Technically, it wasn’t even a word; it was just a letter.
I was being overdramatic and ridiculous. Stupid.
He didn’t love me.
17
DANI
Getting out of my car, I stared up at his mansion–okay; it wasn’t a mansion, but his house was huge. My little old car looked painfully out of place among his neighbors' fancy, expensive cars. Not that I looked like I belonged here, either.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at the neighborhood the other day, but now that I’d driven through it myself…what the fuck was someone who lived here doing even talking to me?
Before I could move, the front door swung open and Aiden stepped out, a steaming mug in his hand, wearing the most hideous Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen. He beamed at me, looking so ridiculous and so handsome, I laughed.
“I see you found your way,” he said as he stepped off the small landing. “Hot chocolate?” I eyed the mug.
“You made hot chocolate?” I lifted my brow, and he grinned.
“It’s not a day doing Christmas shit without hot chocolate.” I threw my head back and really laughed. Shaking my head, I took it from him happily.
“Christmas shit?” I couldn’t even see the drink with how much whipped cream he’d topped it with. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t have much of a sweet tooth. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I took a small sip. He grinned at me, then wiped his thumb across my nose.
“You had a little something,” he muttered, then leaned forward and kissed me gently. It still stole my breath – it probably always would. When he pulled back, I felt dazed, and he smiled arrogantly. “Where’s your bag?”
“Hmm?” I leaned against the car as I stared at him.
“Your bag,” he laughed.
“Oh.” I shook myself. “In the back.” He nodded and headed toward the backseat. “Wait. I can get it.” I moved forward, but he stopped me with a firm look.
“You’ll stay there and let me get it,” he said. “Drink your cocoa.”
“Bossy,” I muttered into the mug.
“Don’t you forget it.” He winked at me, then pulled the backdoor open. I waited for him to say something about my car, the bag, something, but he didn’t.
It was just a small duffle bag. It could hold everything I owned, but I’d only brought a couple of outfits since I’d only be here for the weekend. There was no need to bring my entire wardrobe.
“Is this it?” He held up the old bag, and I chewed on my cheek. “Stop it.” He gave me a look, and I immediately stopped.
“That’s all,” I said quietly. “Sorry it’s not much.”
“Why would you be sorry for that?” I jumped when he slammed the door shut. He held his hand out and I hesitated before slipping mine into his palm.
“I’m sure you’re used to packing in luxury,” I said as I stared up at the house.
“What does that even mean?” he laughed as he led me inside. “Packing in luxury.”
“My bag is old,” I said, feeling my face heat.
“I have a lot of old bags, too.” He gave me a questioning look. “I’m confused.” I shook my head, then dropped my eyes to his ugly sweater.
“I like your sweater,” I said, changing the subject. He still looked confused, but he quickly shook it off and smiled.
“I’m glad. I have a matching one for you.” I blinked at him.
