Elle
Aaron doesn't tell me who the man I caught him strangling half to death was. He also doesn't talk about the kiss much to my disappointment because he left.
That's right, my fake fiancé left me alone in our villa after kissing the hell out of me. So now I'm left constantly replaying the feeling of his lips against mine, all while figuring out what this new development meant for our nonexistent relationship.
I know one kiss doesn't change our arrangement, but it does complicate things, which is the opposite of what I want to happen. Creating the no-touching rule was supposed to stop complications, but I'd agreed to discard it for the weekend, and now I'm paying dearly for that decision.
I tip my head back and groan, attracting Aaron's gaze beside me. I don't care that he's watching
