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the ignition. “He’s not your love story, princess.”
She looks at Aaron, then at Alex, and her jaw hardens. “Maybe not everybody gets a love story.”
“That’s probably true,” he concedes. “That doesn’t mean I’m accepting anything less than that for any of us.”
Jasmine raises a brow. “That’s very interesting. Tell me about your love story, Aaron. You been holding out on us?”
Alex chimes in. “That’s a very good point. Are we actually in the middle of your love story?” Her grin is positively terrifying.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, tucking his sunglasses into their case.
“You had your arm around Nik last night.” Jasmine says this as if she’s presenting facts in a courtroom.
“Shut up! When I saw them, they were just holding hands!”
“Ohhh, girl, you missed it, then. Aaron had his arm around Nik’s shoulders, and Nik’s hand was clutching his knee, and they both looked like were ready to pass out in each other’s arms. That was some grade-A sexual tension.”
“Ladies,” he interrupts before Alex can respond. “We need to stay focused. You—” he jabs a finger in Alex’s direction, “are getting married in five days, and you’ll be walking down the beach in bare feet. Which is a choice, but I’m not sure it’s the one you want to make. And you,” he says, sweeping his gaze to Jasmine, “are the maid of honor, and you still don’t have a dress, for goodness’ sake. Now. Priorities. Everybody out of the car.”
Alex sweeps around the car to take his arm as he locks the door and sweetly says, “That’s okay, honey. We have a long drive back.”
Nine grueling, exhilarating hours later they’re back in the car. Jasmine has shucked off her shoes and is rubbing the balls of her feet, and Alex has collapsed in the back seat to loll her head against the window. They’re all exhausted, but it’s been a good day. They’ve found perfect little ivory slingbacks with a low heel for Alex to slip on after they’re back on the grass, as well as a thin jeweled headband—”It’s like a crown. Stephanie will try to steal that from you; guard it with your life. ”—that Aaron can attach veiling to. For Jasmine they’ve bought lavender chiffon—the flowing skirt shows off her killer legs and the halter-style neckline leaves her glowing shoulders bare—with nude shoes that make her legs go on forever. There’s new waterproof mascara and eyeliner, and probably too many accessories, bags and hair combs, and everything they’ll need to sparkle. They’re going to be perfect.
They’ve cleared the Loop and are headed toward the coast when Jasmine abruptly turns and says, “Okay, spill it.”
Aaron is quiet, until Alex’s sleepy voice says, “Really, Aaron. We sort of need to know. It’s time.”
Aaron silently focuses on traffic, then sighs and says, “I don’t know what to tell you. Yeah, that happened. No, I don’t know what’s going on. That was all Nik.” He glances at Jasmine, who doesn’t seem impressed. “What do you want me to say? If I’m looking for a fuck, it’s not like I’m going to be looking in his direction? Because that’s true.”
“You mean you won’t do that again .” The only thing Jasmine had ever said to him on the subject was, “You both deserve better from each other.” She had always liked Nik and had thought he was good for Aaron. He always thought she might have a bit of a crush on him—nothing that could be a problem, and it’s not as though he could blame her, but still. Jasmine spent most of high school boy-crazy, at least until she settled down with Joe, and Aaron is not sure that many guys escaped her eye.
“I do. There was nothing about that that I want to do again.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s a lie. He wants Nik’s hands on him, wants to taste his red mouth and his tan skin, wants to bury his own hands and face and dick in him and stay there for as long as he can. But
She looks at Aaron, then at Alex, and her jaw hardens. “Maybe not everybody gets a love story.”
“That’s probably true,” he concedes. “That doesn’t mean I’m accepting anything less than that for any of us.”
Jasmine raises a brow. “That’s very interesting. Tell me about your love story, Aaron. You been holding out on us?”
Alex chimes in. “That’s a very good point. Are we actually in the middle of your love story?” Her grin is positively terrifying.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, tucking his sunglasses into their case.
“You had your arm around Nik last night.” Jasmine says this as if she’s presenting facts in a courtroom.
“Shut up! When I saw them, they were just holding hands!”
“Ohhh, girl, you missed it, then. Aaron had his arm around Nik’s shoulders, and Nik’s hand was clutching his knee, and they both looked like were ready to pass out in each other’s arms. That was some grade-A sexual tension.”
“Ladies,” he interrupts before Alex can respond. “We need to stay focused. You—” he jabs a finger in Alex’s direction, “are getting married in five days, and you’ll be walking down the beach in bare feet. Which is a choice, but I’m not sure it’s the one you want to make. And you,” he says, sweeping his gaze to Jasmine, “are the maid of honor, and you still don’t have a dress, for goodness’ sake. Now. Priorities. Everybody out of the car.”
Alex sweeps around the car to take his arm as he locks the door and sweetly says, “That’s okay, honey. We have a long drive back.”
Nine grueling, exhilarating hours later they’re back in the car. Jasmine has shucked off her shoes and is rubbing the balls of her feet, and Alex has collapsed in the back seat to loll her head against the window. They’re all exhausted, but it’s been a good day. They’ve found perfect little ivory slingbacks with a low heel for Alex to slip on after they’re back on the grass, as well as a thin jeweled headband—”It’s like a crown. Stephanie will try to steal that from you; guard it with your life. ”—that Aaron can attach veiling to. For Jasmine they’ve bought lavender chiffon—the flowing skirt shows off her killer legs and the halter-style neckline leaves her glowing shoulders bare—with nude shoes that make her legs go on forever. There’s new waterproof mascara and eyeliner, and probably too many accessories, bags and hair combs, and everything they’ll need to sparkle. They’re going to be perfect.
They’ve cleared the Loop and are headed toward the coast when Jasmine abruptly turns and says, “Okay, spill it.”
Aaron is quiet, until Alex’s sleepy voice says, “Really, Aaron. We sort of need to know. It’s time.”
Aaron silently focuses on traffic, then sighs and says, “I don’t know what to tell you. Yeah, that happened. No, I don’t know what’s going on. That was all Nik.” He glances at Jasmine, who doesn’t seem impressed. “What do you want me to say? If I’m looking for a fuck, it’s not like I’m going to be looking in his direction? Because that’s true.”
“You mean you won’t do that again .” The only thing Jasmine had ever said to him on the subject was, “You both deserve better from each other.” She had always liked Nik and had thought he was good for Aaron. He always thought she might have a bit of a crush on him—nothing that could be a problem, and it’s not as though he could blame her, but still. Jasmine spent most of high school boy-crazy, at least until she settled down with Joe, and Aaron is not sure that many guys escaped her eye.
“I do. There was nothing about that that I want to do again.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s a lie. He wants Nik’s hands on him, wants to taste his red mouth and his tan skin, wants to bury his own hands and face and dick in him and stay there for as long as he can. But
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