Hands in pockets, Aron’s upper lip ticked upward. “Hey,” he said simply, stalking closer to her. She moved toward him in tandem, her skin flushing hot as he dragged his hungry eyes over her body. Blushing, she wondered if he knew she was going commando underneath.
She swallowed. “What happened with returning to London?”
“Eh, f**k it.” He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her, his hands first cupping, then gently rubbing her ass. “I can deal with my father in the morning. I’d rather be with you.” He then chuckled. “What took you so long getting up here?” He dipped his head in closer to her face, rubbing his nose alongside her cheek, inhaling her scent. Butterflies danced in her stomach at his intimate touch.
After a slow exhale, Nevaeh finally caught her breath to answer
