My breath catches, but a second later, Aaron pulls away and picks up an apple slice, eating it nonchalantly like he didn’t just make me hard again. I must be glaring at him because he catches my eye and laughs.
“You’re the worst,” I say. Then: “There’s no way we can do anything here, not with my Mum in the house. I bet the storeroom at school will still be inaccessible, but I don’t really want to do anything there again.” It’s different now. I want to kiss Aaron — and do other things — in a comfortable bed, with enough light to see him, rather than on tough carpet in a dark room.
“You could come over to mine,” Aaron says, picking up an orange slice. I’m momentarily distracted by how his lips seal over the citrus flesh. “You could even sleep over.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, my parents let friends sleep over all the time. Although they usually sleep on the air mattress. I’d let you share my bed.”
“And your parents would be okay with that?” Mum never let me have anyone over for a sleepover. Granted, I never had that many friends, not even in Melbourne. Mum wouldn’t let Winona have anyone over for the night either. I think she found the whole idea of hosting another person’s child stressful.
“Sure.” Aaron pauses. “Maybe not the sharing the bed part. We can blow up the air mattress, but once it’s night, you cancome into my bed. If my parents suspect anything, well…it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.”
I nod slowly, turning the idea over in my head. “But what if…your parents…hear some weird noises?”
Aaron grins. “Weird noises?”
“You know, I might talk in my sleep or something like that.”
“I’m sure we’ll be quiet.”
“Okay.” I nod decidedly. “When?”
Aaron picks up another apple slice. “How about tonight?”
“You’re that eager, huh?”
This time, he’s the one who blushes, pink blooming from his cheekbones to the top of his ears. I lean over and kiss his cheek. “I want to tonight as well. But we have school tomorrow.”
Aaron shrugs. “So? I can drive you to school.”
I think it over. Aaron eats another slice of apple, and I watch his throat work as he swallows, filling me with a new rush of desire.
“You’re hungry, huh?” I ask, referencing the fruit he’s demolishing.
“Making out with you takes a lot out of me,” Aaron says. “It’s hard work, you know.”
I smile. Fooling around with him is a workout sometimes. A very rewarding workout. “Do you want me to get you a proper meal? We don’t have much, but I’m sure there’s something in the freezer.”
“Nah, this is fine. So, what do you say?”
“I want to. I really do. But, ah…I’m not sure if I’ll be able to convince my Mum.”
Aaron nods, and I can tell he’s disappointed but does a good job of hiding it. “We’ll work something out. I’m willing to wait.”
I will as well if I have to. But I really, really don’t want to.
Aaron leaves soon after, politely thanking Mum for the fruit. At the front door, before he goes, I murmur to him that I’ll keep him updated.
It feels ridiculous both of us have to deal with this parent stuff. It’s another reason I’m excited about university because it means I’ll have the privacy and freedom to pull Aaron into my room and have sex with him all night if I want.
Wait. University? I’m getting ahead of myself. We only made up less than an hour ago. This morning, I was a mess. I need to take this one step at a time.
Mum’s at the kitchen table with her usual set up: her laptop and a cup of hot coffee.
Her eyes slide up, past her laptop screen, to me. “Your friend seems nice,” she comments. “What’s his name? Aaron…”
“Wynn. Aaron Wynn.”
