TARA
"Actually, I don't think I want you to leave tonight. Do you mind staying?" I asked Aidan after he told me that he wanted to leave, and his answer was quick.
"No. Not really."
I didn't expect that answer, and I also didn't expect the sting of his words to hurt my neck that much.
Still, I managed to ask, not hiding my disappointment. "Do you…have to work or something else to take care of?"
Aidan shook his head once, his face having an expression that I didn't understand. "I just want to be home," he said.
"Oh."
I searched his face, trying to discern what was happening here…until Aidan's lips stretched in a crooked, mischievous smile.
"Come here," he said, chuckling as he reached out to me, and I abandoned my drink, realizing that he was pulling my legs. Phew.
