He stood and pulled out my chair, and I smiled at him over my shoulder before heading in the direction of the restroom. Unfortunately, there was a line for the bathroom so I had to wait. Once inside it only took about five minutes to relieve myself, wash my hands, and head back to the table. Just as I was on my way back, I was stopped by a classmate of mine.
“Hey, Gary,” I greeted as he stopped me by the arm. “Out celebrating?” I questioned after seeing a family full of people behind him.
Gary turned to look over his shoulder and then back at me, grinning. “It’s my birthday and the end of finals. My family wanted to come and celebrate.”
“That nice of them.”
We chit chatted for a few minutes about how excited we were to be done with our degrees and our prospects for the future. I hadn’t even realized Gary’s hand still covered my arm until I heard…
“What the hell are you doing?” The hardness in Aaron’s voice literally caused me to jump, even though he hadn’t yelled them.
“Aaron,” I stated, startled, “this is–”
“Why the fuck is he touching you?” His laser sharp gaze was on my arm where Gary’s hand rested. Gary snatched his hand away as if he’d been burned.
“Why are you... Aaron, calm down,” I urged as he took a threatening step toward Gary.
I gasped when he grabbed my former classmate by the collar of his shirt, right in the middle of the restaurant.
“Don’t ever fucking touch her again,” he seethed.
I pushed my hand into his chest. “Aaron, stop. Let him go!”
Aaron stared at Gary as if he was contemplating whether or not to kill him right there or listen to me. Thankfully, in the end, he let him go, pushing him a few feet back. I was just about to light into Aaron when he grabbed me by the arm, tugging me toward the door. We made it to the awaiting car where he damn near shoved me inside. As soon as he closed the door, I whirled on him.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“You fucked him?” he asked me as if that was the appropriate response.
“What the hell? Why would you even ask me something like that?”
“Why was he so comfortable touching you?”
“It was just a friendly gesture. He wasn’t trying to screw me in the middle of a restaurant for God’s sake!”
“Men don’t dofriendly gestures.”
“Whatever,” I muttered, grateful we’d arrived at my apartment. I didn’t wait for the car door to be opened before I pushed it open and stormed up to my front door, entering the code. I was ready to shut Aaron out of the building, but a strong hand gripped the door above my head, forcing it open behind me. I ignored him as I rifled through my bag while jogging up the stairs to my apartment. I arrived again, ready to lock him out, but he charged in after me, slamming it behind us and locking it.
“I want you to leave!” I demanded.
“Why? So you can call him?”
“Are you serious right now? Why the hell do you care anyway?” I yelled. “It’s not like you and I are anything, are we?”
He remained silent, watching me, chest heaving up and down. But his eyes had darkened to a color I’d never seen before.
“That’s what I thought!” I continued, angered anew by his non-response. He’d spent the last two months sleeping over my apartment. Taking me on dates, coming down to the library with me as I volunteered, but not once had he touched me in the way a man who wants a woman does. I laid up too many nights wishing he would give me a sign beyond what he already gave to indicate what was happening between us. But even then, he just stood there, half looking like a raging bull ready to charge, while the other part of him look conflicted.
Fuck it.
I made the decision for both of us.
In two steps, I moved to Aaron, lifting myself on my tiptoes and pulling his face to mine, connecting our lips. I ran my tongue along the seam of his mouth, trying to urge them apart. I attempted to move in closer for more, but was abruptly pushed away from his body. Breathless, I stood two feet from him, staring at him as he watched me, the only thing heard in the room was the panting coming from the both of us. My eyes dropped and the huge bulge in his jeans told me what his mouth wouldn’t. I moved in again, kissing him. This time his lips parted, granting me a little bit more of a taste of him, before I was pushed away again. I stared some more, watching as his eyes narrowed, his eyes darkening even more.
I charged him again, this time bringing his mouth to mine and tearing at his shirt, revealing his chest. I let my fingers run along his chest but pulled back when I felt rigid lines instead of smooth skin. I lowered my eyes to his chest to find it marred with scars. They were obviously years’ old but they were there. I glanced back up at Aaron who was still eyeing me, but this time his jaw was tightly closed as he watched me. I let my eyes fall again to his chest, moving in closer as I pressed a kiss to one scar, then another, and another. I ran my tongue over the longest one that ran diagonally across his chest.
“Ah!” I yelped when my arms were gripped tightly and my back was forced against my front door. Aaron’s lips crashed over mine in a way that stole every ounce of air from my body. His tongue invaded my mouth and I felt his rock hardness pressing into my stomach. This wasn’t gentle or soft. I knew it wouldn’t be. I didn’t think Aaron knew how to be gentle. But I didn’t need it. I just needed him.
