24. Smelly armpits. [Part 2]
She shifts in the seat, and the way her dress rides up her thigh, exposing lots of bare skin, catches my eye. Creamy, visibly soft skin tempts me to reach out and touch, but I don’t.
"She’s drunk," I remind myself. "Behave, Aaron Cooper."
I bite my lip hard and focus on the road, avoiding her thighs and the outline of her belly through the dress.
It feels like forever, but I finally arrive at the building. I park, get out, and carry her in my arms. I consider putting her in the shower, but I don’t want to wake her, so I immediately reject Evan’s idea.
"Shhh," I whisper when her eyes open as I lay her on the softness of my bed. "Shhh... you’re in my bed, rest."
Of course, she doesn’t.
"You said you’d touch me," she says, her eyes clouded with booze and de
