“Blame me for what?” I blurted out.
“You got into my head. My day sucks when you’re not in it.” He shrugged, grabbing one of my bare feet. I gasped when he massaged it in his hands. I had no idea what the fuck was happening but I closed my eyes. It felt like heaven. “I’m not done.”
I nodded, but he let go of my foot. He grinned. “I’m listening, Chatty Cathy.”
“Ha ha.” He dramatically rolled his eyes. “I was jealous as hell when I heard you and Tanner had a relationship.”
“What?” I sat up straight, our faces a foot apart. “What did you say?”
“I was jealous.” His gaze flicked to my mouth for a second. “I liked thinking we were closer. That you and I were best friends. I don’t know why. It didn’t make sense, but thinking you had anything with Tanner annoyed me. I’m not used to feeling jealous, Greta. Ever. It’s new and gross and I hate it.”
“You were jealous?” I grinned.
“Yes, Pita.” He crossed his eyes at me and my heart warmed. Playful Aaron was back. My world felt right again. “I assumed, which I now know to never do. But I assumed all this shit instead of asking you.”
I nodded and he tipped my chin up with his fingers. “So, Greta, will you tell me what happened and put me out of my misery?”
Misery?“Nothing happened, truly. I had a crush. You know, well, maybe you don’t, but if you’re around people a lot and they’re off-limits…it was like a high school crush of sorts. I attempted, once, to hit on him. I had a couple of drinks and I used some asinine pick-up line. He shook his head and told me very firmly no.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His brows pinched together.
“Uh, embarrassing as hell.” I shook the memory away. “Enough about it. Are we good?”
“Yes, Pita. We’re good.” He smiled hisAaronsmile and I felt it in my toes. “Now, lie back down. I’ll massage your feet again, just to make sure I’m not in the dog house.”
“You punched Todd,” I mumbled minutes later on the verge of sleep. “Why?”
“He put my girl in danger. Ain’t gunna get away with that.”
Then I fell asleep.
Chapter Twelve
Aaron
My dick woke me up.Seriously.He throbbed, desperate for release. Christ, this was the mother of all morning woods and I decided to head into the shower to take care of it. It would be the millionth time doing just that as my thoughts drifted to Greta. I attempted to move my arm, but something held it down.
Greta lay, sound asleep, on top of me. Her blonde hair hung all around, tickling my skin. Her thin body had plastered itself to me—we must’ve fallen asleep on the couch. I tensed. If she were awake, she would feel—
“Happy to see me?” She grinned and lifted her head. Her eyes were filled with sleep, the sweet chocolate color beautiful. She twisted her hips, making no sudden movements to get off me.
“Morning, G.” I lifted her slim hips and moved her to sit next to me. All thoughts focused around my dick and her tiny outfit from the night before didn’t help. “Can’t blame a guy. Morning wood is a real thing.”
“I can see that.” She flicked her gaze to my tented pants. She continued to stare at them, a slight flush creeping up on her neck.
“Greta. He knows if you’re thinking about him. Stop ogling.”
“I’m just curious.” She wet the bottom of her lip. That piqued my interest a hell of a lot. I sat straighter as more blood rushed to my cock. “Never mind.”
“No, say it,” I demanded. Apparently, I was a glutton for punishment. “You blushed. What were you thinking about?”
“I think it’sraginglyclear what I was thinking about, Aaron.” Her gaze never left my crotch. “I’ve heard rumors about you.”
“Are you imagining the size of it?” My voice strained.God, if she wants to touch it, I won’t stop her.
“Yeah.” Her breath hitched. Big bold Greta licked her lips and twitched her hand out. “Can I see it?”
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours,” I replied. She nodded, dragging her gaze to my face. Her pulse matched mine, the base of her neck pounding. “Do you want to see my cock, Greta?”
