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He frowns. “If you’re sure it wouldn’t put her out.”
“Wanda will be the first to let me know if so,” I laugh.
I shoo Sophie upstairs, waiting until she’s gone to lean my head on Aiden’s shoulder, grinning up at him. “That was relatively painless.”
“Am I the only one who felt like I was in an interview?”
“Oh, no, she definitely had a Don Corleone–vibe going on.”
He’s still frowning at the stairs where she disappeared. “It’s good that we told her, right? I hate lying to her, anyway.”
“I think it’ll be fine,” I assure him. “Sophie’s a smart kid. She’d have caught on eventually.”
“You’re probably right.”
I reach to trace a finger down his jaw. “Especially since I don’t see the whole ‘kisses to a minimum’ thing working out very well.”
He scoffs. “Are you implying that I can’t keep my hands to myself?”
I don’t answer, instead looking down and tapping the back of his hand that rests on my knee where his fingers have been unconsciously tracing a circle for the last ten minutes.
Aiden rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine.”
“So, I hope you made sure my corsage matches my dress. I expect fanfare tonight.”
“Fanfare,” he echoes, shaking his head as he laughs. “Well, I didn’t get you a corsage, but I did get you a dress.”
I push away to raise an eyebrow at him. “How did you know my size?”
“I... might have looked in your closet,” he says sheepishly.
I clap my hand over my mouth in a dramatic faux gasp. “Oh my God, next thing you know you’ll be rifling through my underwear drawer.”
“I prefer your underwear on the floor more than I do in your drawer.”
I bite back a smile, turning my face down at my lap so he can’t see my blush. I trace a circle of my own on the back of his hand that still rests on my knee. “So... I’m curious about this dress. What kind of dress would Aiden Reid buy me?”
“Something with a questionable neckline.”
I shake my head admonishingly. “Pervert.”
“Maybe,” he chuckles.
He leans in then as if to kiss me, but I reach between us to cover his mouth with my hand. “Hey, now. Kisses to a minimum.”
I squeal when he licks my palm, snatching it away as his hand darts out to grab my wrist so he can tug me closer. He keeps ahold of me while he covers my mouth with his, my teasing protests no match for the softness of his lips. He hums contentedly as he lingers for a moment, only pulling away when I’ve completely melted into it.
“That’ll have to do until later,” he murmurs.
It only hits me at this exact moment thatlatermeans an entire house to ourselves after our first official date, for the first time since I’ve been here, and seeing the way Aiden is looking at me—I have to assume he’s thinking about that fact as well. It takes all I have to keep my voice even when I speak again.
“So,” I say in a totally normal way that doesn’t betray the fact that I’m thinking about future uninhibited sex. “Let’s see this dress.”
—
Stop fidgeting,” I laugh as we stand outside Wanda’s door.
Aiden adjusts his tie (I could probably write an entire essay on why Aiden should wear a tie every day, because holy shit), making that same nervous face that makes me want to giggle every time I look at him. “Why does it feel like I’m meeting your parents?”
