Playing off my nerves, I grin while saying, “Sorry, but I don’t believe you. I may need a demonstration before falling for something like that.”
“All you have to do is ask.”
I peek at him from the corner of my eye, all while ignoring the butterflies in my stomach and the dampness of my underwear.
“How did I do?” I say after a stretch of silence.
He raises an eyebrow in question.
“My flirting. How was it?” I can’t gaslight myself enough to convince myself that it was all practice. I was genuinely flirting with my brother, and I should feel disgusted. But I don’t. I don’t care. If anything, I’m now riding a high and feeling like I can fight God.
Aiden smirks. “You’re a natural. Just as I thought you would be.”
Warmth blooms in my chest, and I stand a little taller. “You’re not just saying that?”
He shakes his head and peeks at me. “I can show you, since you’re so convinced that I’m lying.”
My eyebrows pinch together as he takes my hand and places it on his inner thigh, forcing me to feel his long, hard erection straining against his pants.
He leans down and growls into my ear, “Does this feel like a lie to you?”
Too stunned for words, I shake my head and curl my fingers around the outline of his hard cock. Too curious to stop myself, I give it a squeeze.
Anyone who knows us could be here. Even with Aiden’s back to everyone, our body language makes it obvious that we’re up to no good.
You’re not his type. He’s just a natural flirt,the tiny voice in the back of my mind whispers.
I release him and step out of his hold to put space between us. Not noticing the change in my mood, Aiden takes my hand and tugs me to his side as we wander through the fair.
“What do you feel like doing?” he eventually says.
I hum in thought and peer around us, searching for a fun game for us to play. My eyes widen, and a smile breaks across my face. I point to the stand with oversized plushies dangling from the overhang.
“Win me that anime doll.” I point at the plushie.
Aiden cants his head to the side, and a mischievous smile curls his lips.
He stops walking and steps in front of me, then bends down and whispers in my ear, “And what do I get in return?”
“I’ll let you decide, pretty boy.” I don’t resist the urge to thread my fingers through the longer strands of hair at the top of his head. Arching my back to thrust my chest against his, I revel in how he tenses and lets out a quiet whimper.
I can’t believe how easy it is to flirt with him. It feels—in his words—natural and organic. If I had tried this earlier this morning during the first part of his lesson, I’m sure I would have fumbled or clammed up like I do with Brandon.
Aiden slowly leans his head back to look at me, his eyes darkened but guarded.
“Remember you said that,” he says before dragging me to the stand.
SEVENTEEN
NOVA
Aiden stopsin front of the stand. A man with dark, curly brown hair stands behind the counter with his nose buried in his phone. Noticing our approach, he lifts his head, his annoyed gaze landing on Aiden before slipping to me. His face brightens, recognition shining in his blue eyes.
“Manga girl?” His lips twitch in a smile, and he steps closer.
My eyebrows pinch together, and I force an awkward grin. “Do I know you?”
He tucks his phone into his pocket. “No, I’m Jake, but I watch your Twitch religiously. I’m a huge fan of yours. That livestream where you dressed up as a futuristic cyborg character is in my top three favorites.”
