“You’re on—what’s the bet?”
“The one who gets Aaron to sayprettyfirst wins.”
“You have an advantage!” I laugh.
“Chicken?”
“Never—you’re on. You go first.”
The reception is back in full swing, and I make my way to Aaron—sitting myself right in his lap. He looks startled yet very happy.
“Hey there, kitten.” He grins up at me—wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Hi.” I bat my eyelashes, giving him a shy smile. “So—what did you think of my suit today?” Aaron runs his eyes over me again.
“It looks really,reallygood.” I chuckle, kissing his forehead.
“And what about me?” His eyes are boring into mine—so sincere—so honest.
“You? You’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful.” My heart starts to beat faster like a high schooler on their first date.
“Yeah? Thank you. I like yours too. You look very pretty.” Aaron shoves his head into my neck.
“Thank you, baby. You’re being so sweet and cute. Are you feeling all romantic from the wedding?” Truthfully—I’m feeling depressed from the wedding; thinking about all of the family I don’t have and the firsts I’ll never get. But he doesn’t need to know.
Unfortunately, I can’t lie to him—so I just hum.
“Am I?” Aaron peers up at me through thick black lashes.
“Are you what?”
“Pretty?” Aaron laughs—running a hand over my cheek and cupping it.
“You really want praise tonight, huh? Of course you are. You always are. Every moment of every day.” I lean down and kiss him—long and deep. Let my tongue taste every inch of his mouth. God he’s such a charmer—so fucking hot. “What’s that for?” He asks when we pull away, panting.
“Because I love you and because you’re hot.” Aaron’s eyes widen as he huffs out a small laugh.
“What is up with you, Benjamin?” I see Felix waving at me. My time’s up—his turn.
“Oh—I forgot Kayla needed help with her dress. I’ll be back.” I run away, disappearing into the crowd and circling back to where Felix is.
“Nothing?” He asks and I sigh—shaking my head. Felix cracks his knuckles and walks away, ever the dramatic. He’s gone for maybe two minutes before he waves me over.
“I win.”
“What?!” Aaron looks between the two of uswith a furrowed brow.
“Aaron—I asked you to describe Benjamin in adjectives. What did you say?” He blushes, picking at the tablecloth as he answers.
“Beautiful—gorgeous—cute—sexy—pretty—”
“Fucking damnit!” Aaron startles at my outburst
“What the hell is happening?” Felix is cracking up.
“That has to be some form of cheating.” I demand—glaring down at my best friend where he sits.
“Nope. I didn’t tell him to say it—didn’t spell it for him, mouth it, nothing. Said it all on his own. He’s grown, Bear.” I groan, running a hand through my hair.
