Christina's POV.
That seemed to be what Aaron wanted because before I knew it I was lifted like I weighed nothing unto the counter. Aaron staring down at me, his gaze dark and lustful making me squirm on the bathroom counter.
Aaron's fingers grabbed my hand, his thumb rubbing over my nails before he let them go. He then trailed his hands over my nails slowly moving it up towards my collarbone and I had to hold my breath in anticipation.
I then felt his fingers pick up the strands of my hair playing with them until he moves again to the back of my neck to cup it. He shifted himself closer to me on the counter if that was even possible and in the span if two seconds, his warm breath was against the shell of my ear.
" Tell me pretty girl, do I make you nervous?"
I shuddered, gooseb
