Chapter 19

“Don’t go dying on me now.” I teased, but I smiled inwardly. I got the answer I was looking for.

He thought I looked great, and I was satisfied with that.

“But thank you,” I added quietly.

“Actually,” Aaron winked at me, and I couldn’t quite place his expression. “Do you think you could do something for me?”

“What?” I frowned.

I watched him pull his hands from behind his back as he held his bow tie out to me. “I need help.”

I glanced from the tie in his hands to his face. His eyes were full of anticipation, like a dog expecting a treat. I didn’t take the tie from him.

Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked. “Does your five star styling service not include the bow tie?”

Aaron tilted his head and smiled at me, unashamed, “If I don’t want them to do it, they don’t.”

That was a bit bossy, wasn’t it?

Still, he maintained his uncanny ability to keep a controlled expression. He didn’t seem frustrated at all by my hesitation, he just wanted me to tie it for him. I knew I could say no-if anything, I say ‘no’ way too often when people ask me for favors-but this time I

couldn’t.

This is just another little thank you, I said to myself. For what he’s done tonight.

I took the bow tie but didn’t spare him the teasing.

“You remind me of my friend’s dog. He looks just like you when we hold meat out to him.”

He must have been in such a good mood that he didn’t mind me comparing him to a literal animal.

me, too?” He replied with

where Aaron didn’t have the upper hand in a conversation. He was always so shameless with his

responses.

and find

and even though I was wearing high heels, it would’ve been a struggle to reach

word, at just the right height for me to work comfortably and make sure the bow tie

a little

warmed the tip of my

got even closer still,

about to touch mine,

him on the

a deep breath. It was a way of calming himself-of refusing to

mirror too. Does it look good?” He smiled

narrowed my eyes as I teased him. “If that’s your way of

a good temper and moved his body closer to

on his chest and

he wasn’t

walked me backward until I gently bumped into the dressing table. There

he massaged small

thing starts in thirty minutes. We need to go.” I hastily reminded him. We didn’t

back to my place? The party

took a playful

no time for

his Ferrari, his speed told me

this party…” My voice was very loud

was listening,

“What’s it for?”

only the small thrift sales organized by the university. Students would donate things they didn’t need anymore, and profits would be donated to various charities. Would it be the same tonight? I imagined that a charity auction by the

I had no

steered freely in his hands. “And it raises funds to

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