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A pang of guilt tore through me as I rested my forehead against his. “I really missed you too. I’m sorry for—”
He pressed his lips to mine, cutting off yet another apology. I didn’t want to keep bringing it up, but I also didn’t want him to think I’d swept everything under the rug, either. It would take time to get reacquainted, to fill in the ten-year gap to our history. Having him back made me stupidly happy, though. I didn’t want to address the past any more than we had to—not when we had our future in front of us.
Rumbling in our stomachs prompted us to actually finish our shower and get dressed. Since everything had happened so last minute, I loaned him a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. The baggy t-shirt was fine, but I snickered when he had to roll the waistband on the pants down a couple of times. It reminded me of high school when he used to borrow my stuff. At the time I thought he genuinely liked the skater/emo vibe my bigger clothes gave him—looking back, I wondered if there was more to it. My guess is, yes.
“Ready to eat?” I asked once he was done fiddling with the pants.
“Fucking starving.”
Trudging back to the kitchen, we both groaned, surveying the disaster we’d left behind in our horny rush.
“I’m sorry about breakfast,” I said sheepishly as he poked the congealed blackberry sauce with his finger, his nose wrinkled. From the faint scorched smell, I was pretty sure it wasn’t salvageable.
“It was the best breakfast I never had,” he replied with a smile and a tight hug. “But I’ll call Bramble. I should probably check in anyway. Nico’s been blowing up my phone. They’re not used to me not being there.”
“While you do that, I’ll clean this up.”
“What about your shop?”
I shrugged. “What about it? I don’t feel like opening today. Besides, it’s a Sunday. It’s not my busiest day of the week.”
He nodded and wandered off to the far side of the loft to make his phone call, pacing in front of the large windows overlooking Middleton.
I watched him for a bit, trying to gauge his body language from a distance and not strain my neck eavesdropping. Not that I thought he’d be talking to his employee about what he was doing, or where, or with whom… It was simple curiosity. That’s all. Wondering what excuse he was going to use to mark his notable absence from the most important thing in his life.
When Aaron turned in his pacing, facing me, I whirled in the opposite direction and hurriedly loaded the dishwasher. He was still pacing (and talking) while I wiped down the counters, glancing up now and again, until I scolded myself to give him some privacy.
Appearing out of nowhere, Aaron slipped his arms around my waist from behind and buried his face in the back of my neck. “Food’s on its way.”
“Perfect.” I tossed the rag in the sink and spun in his embrace, draping my arms over his shoulders. “What should we do in the meantime?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you want to run downstairs and open your store? Or put a note in the window or something?”
“You’re more important. I told you that.”
“Dude, don’t trash your business because we hooked up one time.”
“Bro,” I shot back, mockingly. The tone may have been sarcastic, but not the sincerity of what I was saying. “I’m not trashing my business. The people in this town can deal with me being closed for a day. And this wasn’t a hookup. Not for me.”
“I don’t know what you want from me,” he said, starting to pull away.
I cinched my arms tighter around his neck, pressing my forehead to his. “For once in your life, would you stop being so stubborn? Stop running.”
“For once in your life, would you stop bossing me around?” He pushed me against the fridge, but his hands stayed locked on my hips, allowing his pelvis to rub against mine.
Smirking, I leaned forward, my lips brushing his. “Make me.”
“Spank me?” He shot back with a laugh.
“If that’s what it takes.”
“Who knew the Golden Boy would have a spanking kink?” He slid his hands around me and swatted one cheek before grabbing my ass with both hands.
I flinched away from the stinging pain, only to press myself against him in the process, hardly able to mask a mischievous grin. “You know you like it.”
“I like everything when it comes to you.” Sealing his lips to mine, he traced his tongue along my lower lip and slipped it inside.
His cock was just as hard as mine, practically begging me to grind myself against him in those gray sweats. Which I did. Happily. Until we were groaning and panting against one another.
