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Sofia
“when the world don’t feel like home / I’m a place to call your own”—ROOM FOR 2 by Benson Boone
I think I got it now.The first few ideas for the book I want to start writing. At least I got the right guy to be inspired by for the love interest.
So, I set my pen down, falling back on the hay bales like I always do when live overwhelms me a little.
Only eighteen more hours, and then finally, I get to hold Aaron in my arms again. I should have been there for his graduation, watch him walk up and down the stage and celebrate with him. But it was impossible, unfortunately.
But I mean, at least we get to spend all day tomorrow celebrating. Hopefully more than just both of us finishing university.
I close my eyes, fantasizing about how tomorrow will go down. Hopefully he will agree with what I am about to drop on him tomorrow.
But that’s not important right now.
Ever since Aaron has sent me this stupid message, I can’t stop thinking about it either. It’s been months since Aaron and I had sex, and it’s killing me. I mean, I’ve been celibate before him for a year, but ever since Aaron is in my life, I think the maximum we went without sex would be four days, and that only because I was on my period.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t be opposed to try it during my time of the month, but Aaron kind of has this thing that he gets lightheaded whenever he sees blood, so that might not be a great idea.
The entire barn is quiet as I am the only one in here, or so I thought until I hear one of the wooden stairs creaking. That’s the thing with old structures, everything makes sounds.
But the only people coming in here would be my parents or Jane, so I’m not worried.
Just, when I open my eyes and catch a masculine figure holding a bouquet of flowers, I no longer lie on the hay bales, I am sat up in what must be less than a blink of an eye.
My jaw drops when I find Aaron smiling at me, his head slightly tilted, his eyebrows raised like he knows exactly what kind of naughty thoughts went through my head.
Once off the bales, I run over to him, jumping into his arms. I don’t even question what he’s doing here, nor how he found me, it’s the least important thing right now. He ishere, holding me, filling my nostrils with his scent again.
Did you know you could miss someone’s perfume? Because I just realized I missed his. The smell of rich, yet musky perfume mixed with fresh laundry and a hint of cinnamon.
When I look up at him, barely a second passes before my hands are on his jawline while his free one holds me by my waist and our lips connect. An instant tremor runs through my body, my nerves shaking with the love that I feel for him.
A part of my heart melts when he pulls my hips into his body, his tongue pushing into my mouth to brush mine.
Kissing Aaron is the best feeling in the world, and I do believe a kiss of his could fix everything from this day forth.
The other half of my heart melts the second we break apart and he grins at me with this dimple-inducing smile before he says, “I love you, Sofia.”
My eyes water with joy and I gasp for air, though I already knew he did. Aaron didn’t have to use words for me to know he loves me, and yet finally hearing him say it brings more malfunctions to my body than any factory could ever claim to have.
Slowly, I feel my lips pull into a huge smile, so huge, I can even feel my cheeks getting chubby again. I hate when this happens, but as soon as Aaron pokes one of my cheeks with his fingers and looks at me like these stupid chubby cheeks are the cutest thing he’s ever seen, I simply can no longer hate them.
“I love you, Aaron.”
Aaron licks his lips, closing his eyes for a moment as if to find a place to store my words in. But then he shakes his head. “No, you don’t understand, my little ketchup packet. I love you. I have always loved you. And I will love you until I take my very last breath, even beyond that. I swear to you, the spirit realm better be real because I will not acceptnothaunting earth together with you after our death.”
“You mean, you will haunt earth and I will have to clean up after you?”
“Yeah, that.” He grabs my hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “You think ghost sex is a thing? If not, we’ll make it one.”
“Aaron!” I slap my palm to his chest, laughing.
“Sorry, I’m hornyandexhausted, it’s the worst combinationever.”
My eyes then snap to the lilacs in his hand, internally cussing him out for spending yet another fortune on flowers for me. “Are those for me?”
