His grin widens. “I’ve spoiled you rotten. Get dressed and come downstairs. Then we’ll start the lesson after breakfast.”
I roll my eyes, but I don’t hold back the smile. Aiden exits and shuts the door behind him, leaving me with my loud thoughts in a suddenly silent room.
Why did he look at me like that, like he was thinking dirty thoughts about me? He wouldn’t think that way aboutme.
Right?
My phone chimes with a new text message.
I blink out of my thoughts and dive for my phone under my pillow. I grunt as I land face first with my ass in the air. My shirt pools around my waist, and cool air kisses my bottom.
My eyes widen as the answer to my questions slaps me in the face.
“Oh, crap.” I leap off the bed and look down at my chest and raise my shirt. Sure enough, I’m not wearing underwear.
Aiden smirked at me because I was sitting with my thighs open, flashing him my crotch.
“He didn’t say anything.” I slap my palm over my face and let out a fake sob.
Why didn’t he tell me to cover up?
It’s fine. It’ll be fine. He probably didn’t want to embarrass me by saying something, so he pretended like nothing was wrong.
I drop my arm to my side and check my new messages from Olivia and Brandon.
Olivia
Something came up and I can’t go to the fair with u today. I’m so sorry.
I wince, then type out a reply to let her know it’s okay.
I forgot we had plans to attend the fair today. It slipped my mind since I’ve been busy making Brandon jealous with Aiden.
I open Brandon’s messages with my heart fluttering.
Brandon
Are you okay? You didn’t get on last night.
Yeah, sorry about that.
Trouble in paradise? Or just too distracted with the new boy toy?
I tug at a strand of hair on the back of my neck.
Okay, so maybe Aiden was right about working on my flirting, because what the hell do I say back to that?
Scraping my upper teeth on my bottom lip, I type out a response to Brandon, delete it, then retype another one and tap send before I change my mind.
It’s hard to do anything when my boyfriend can’t keep his hands off me.
It’s subtle, but he can easily read between the lines. That’s something Aiden has been trying to tell me since I went to him for help. Maybe he’ll give me more pointers on how to flirt so that I won’t be so awkward about it. I don’t want to sound like a corny porn star with bad acting skills.
Bubbles appear on the screen as Brandon types out his message.
I don’t blame him.
Heat crawls up my neck.
