“What were the marks on Elizabeth’s wrists?” I asked quickly, the words darting out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“The marks on Elizabeth’s wrists?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “What marks?”
“She had red indents on her wrists,” I said. “I saw them. They looked like …” My voice trailed off before I could say the words ‘handcuff marks’.
“They looked like what?” He grinned and leaned towards me, his lashes looking longer then I remembered.
“You know.” I swallowed hard. How could I ask him what sort of relationship they had together?
“No, I don’t.”
“They looked like handcuff marks,” I said finally.
“Oh, really?” He smiled and licked his lips deliberately.
“Yes.”
“You’re asking me if Elizabeth had handcuff marks on her wrists?”
“I’m asking you if you’re seeing her, like, properly,” I said, no longer able to hold it in. “I don’t think it’s cool if you are seeing her and seeing me at the same time.”
“I’m seeing you?” he asked with a smirk and his eyes fell to my lips.
“Well, you know,” I said, feeling like a fool. Why had I said he was seeing me? He wasn’t seeing me. All we’d done was kiss.
“No, I didn’t know.” He laughed and pulled away suddenly and slid out of the car. “Come on.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me out to join him.
“I didn’t mean to say you were seeing both of us,” I mumbled as I stood next to him. The sunlight was blinding me, and I stared at his shoulder, instead of into his eyes.
“That’s good.”
“I mean, I guess you are dating her, but you aren’t dating me.”
“I am?” he asked.
“Well, aren’t you?” I asked and shifted my eyes to look into his. Aiden put his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.
“Do you want to be dating me, Alice?” he asked softly and my breath caught.
“I, uh, I …” I stammered, my face red and not just from the direct rays of sun on my skin.
“I liked kissing you the other night,” he said softly with a small smile and leaned down. “Did you like kissing me?”
“Yes,” I squeaked out.
“Good.” He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “You and me are having dinner tonight and we’re going to talk.”
“We are?” I squeaked out again, this time in a more indignant manner.
“Yes, we are.” He kissed me again, this time harder and for longer.
“You didn’t even ask.”
“I learned my lesson yesterday,” he said with his lips against mine. “I asked you if I could call you, and you gave me the run around. Today, I figure there’s no point in me just asking you. I need to tell you.”
“Well, I don’t know what to say,” I said breathlessly, my lips brushing against his.
“Just tell me what time to pick you up.” He sucked on my lower lip and tugged gently. “Actually, I’ll pick you up at eight.”
