He snorted, lightly. “You don’t want my answer.”
“What if I do?”
Aaron turned his head and those brown eyes shone with a light I hadn’t seen in anyone’s eyes in a long, long time.
Lust.
Whoa.
I leaned forward. “I kissed you, Aaron. I definitely want to know what you think.”
He turned away, pulling his eyes from mine. “It was a prank. Something to make the Russian government stay up at night, revising their plans on how to deal with the evil gays in their own land.”
“That was the idea behind it, yes. But that’s not what you think about it.”
His eyes watched me in the reflection of the window, and I waited. Leaning forward, elbows on knees, I was quiet. I was still trying to figure out how to put into the words what the kiss made me think.
When Aaron answered me, his voice was a whisper over the sound of the train car. “It was hot. Unbelievably fucking hot. I didn’t want you to stop.”
We defaulted back to quiet for a while.
“It’s stupid,” he whispered long minutes later. “I’ve always had a crush on you. I handled it. And every gay knows not to fall for the straight guy. When you were a poster on my wall, I could crush all I wanted. When you became a fixture in my life, I had to stop.” Aaron shook his head. “Never fall for the straight guy.”
He popped his head up. “Maddox, don’t let me destroy this band because I pop a boner around you. Please don’t. I’m attracted to you and I don’t want to wreck what’s going on here. This is more than any fantasy I’ve ever had. One kiss, one stage kiss, doesn’t have to end this.”
I stared at him. He looked terrified. We were currently sitting on a train with false documents, speeding out of Russia after having bribed some officials to let the women out of jail, givingthemfalse documents, and putting them on a plain—and he looked terrified our band might fall apart because I kissed him.
I plopped myself on to his bench. “Do you want to know what I thought of the kiss?”
My heart was going as fast as the train. I was surprised it didn’t jump out of my chest. I was also sure that Aaron could hear it, but he stared at me. His eyes were wide and slightly terrified, and it took him a moment to finally nod.
“I thought it was going to be a stage kiss. I thought I was going to do my own little thing to support the LGBTQ community. I thought I was giving the middle finger to the Kremlin.
“Instead, I knew I loved it. Once I started, I wanted it. I wanted more of it.” I dropped my gaze down to his mouth. “You tasted like strawberries and mint.”
His jaw worked a few seconds, before he let out just the tiniest puff of air. “Jesus…”
“It was better than any kiss I’ve ever had,” I whispered.
“You’re killing me.” Aaron’s words were soft.
“Do you want to know what else I’ve been thinking?”
“Do I?”
I nodded.
“What else have you been thinking, Doxx?”
“That I want to kiss you again.” He whimpered. It was barely audible over the shush of the rail car on the tracks, but I didn’t miss it. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”
Aaron’s eyes roamed over my face, focusing in on my lips. I saw a flicker of doubt behind his eyes for just a flash, and I waited.
He surged forward, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me into him. His sweet lips landed right on mine, and pressed hard against me. Strawberries and mint, and he was delicious.
Aaron started to pull back, but I pulled him into me, licking at the seam of his mouth, asking him to let me in.
Iwantedthis.
