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Shewasa sex goddess.
“What time is it?” she asked reluctantly.
He stirred. “Dunno.” Then shot up. “Crap, I have to be in court again. Ball-blaster Ventwhistle will go me if I’m late.” He kissed the back of her shoulder. “I’ll make us some coffee, you use the bathroom, then we’ll swap.”
It felt easy, totally natural. But then, why wouldn’t it? Aaron had stayed over at her place enough times, tiptoeing to the bathroom from the spare room in nothing but a towel. She’d had to avert her gaze from that gorgeous chest and the line of hair running from his belly button towards his crotch, but now she could look. He was hers to gloat over—at least for the moment.
As Aaron sprang off the bed, her eyes were drawn to his impressive morning glory. What a shame they didn’t have time for her to help him out with that…
When he left the room, Alice got up and padded to the bathroom. A quick shower, a teeth clean with the toothbrush she’d hidden in her bag the day before, feeling like she was doing something really wicked and totally illicit, and soon she was seated at the breakfast bar in Aaron’s small kitchen.
He handed her a coffee, the box of muesli, a bowl, spoon and milk carton. Not exactly five stars, but the performance earlier had been so Alice forgave him. As he moved past her, he took her hand and let it hover over his crotch.
“See what you do to me?”
She let her fingers curl around that impressive bulge, felt it flex and expand under her touch and all she wanted was to rip off the towel, hustle him back to the bedroom and start all over again.
“Laters, baby,” Aaron muttered thickly as she buried her nose in the soft hairs between his pecs, drank in the sweet, musky, pre-shower scent of him.
Amused, she glanced up. “I don’t believe it—you’veactuallyreadFifty Shades of Grey?”
“Of course not. I watched the movie.”
She laid her cheek back on his chest, loving the steady thud of his heartbeat. “Of course, silly me.”
He dropped one last kiss on the top of her hair. Alice watched wistfully as his naked back and slim hips disappeared out the door.
Laters, babyit would have to be.
* * *
It was lovely standing waiting for the train to the city. Together.
Lovely the way Aaron didn’t exactly hold her hand but looped a finger around hers as they stood together; once, twice. Otherwise they both scrolled through their phones, her on Goodreads, Aaron on Instagram.
It was intimate. Easy. Already she could imagine so much more. Already her mind had galloped ahead: the ring, probably a sapphire, set in a small circle of diamonds; the dress fitting, she’d keep it simple, elegant, not too low-cut. Who would she choose as her chief bridesmaid? Well, that was a no-brainer. Polly, of course.
A woman’s voice requesting the time startled Alice out of her reverie. When the woman commented on how pretty her watch was, Alice happily started to chat about how much nicer an old-fashioned watch was than all those beeping things people wore these days.
Afterwards Aaron smiled a little quizzically and said, “That wasn’t like you.”
“In what way?”
“You don’t normally like talking to people in public.” He cocked his head and his eyes narrowed. “You seem more—I don’t know. Confident, I guess. In public. You’ve always been fine in the shop because that’s safe territory. But, last night outside the bar…” He stepped closer, lowered his voice. “Oof! You were wild. And look at you now, chatting away to that woman like she was your new best friend.”
Alice’s skin tingled with the obvious admiration in his voice. How to tell him that amazeballs sex could work wonders on anxiety disorders. That and inventing a fake dad. She decided the concept would probably amuse him. Besides, it was safer territory than admitting that the amazeballs sex had irrevocably changed her forever.
“I invented myself a dad. Polly’s idea. I think in some weird way it’s helped.”
He looked perplexed. “How come?”
“Well…” She hoisted her bag over her shoulder. “You know how it is with me and Poll, how we yarn on about stuff?” Aaron nodded. “Then the other day we were discussing how parents shape you, and I told her I don’t have a clue who my dad is, and I reckoned that had something to do with my abject lack of self-confidence and, you know, the anxiety stuff and she said, ‘well, invent one’.”
“Invent a dad?”
“Yep.”
He looked amused. “What did you come up with?”
