A/N: Kinda testing the waters and seeing how PG-13 I am wanting this to be. Kinda do but kinda don't, idk. I want this book to be about the plot, not about the smut. But idk, might be nice to have some in there? IDK, thoughts? LMK if you want more or less.
Anyways, this is something quick I wrote in one sitting so you can have two updates in a day (I'm the best, IK, don't have to remind me ;))
PSA: Remember that I write the plot as I go along so there will be plot holes and errors. Bear with me--I am as clueless to where this is going as you are (except for a few details that I have planned...eek!)
Without further ado....chapter 12!!!!
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GABBY
"Where were we?" Aaron grins, taking a step towards me. I'm still laying on the couch, but I'm not in as great of a mood anymore.
"We were at the part where I was just leaving." I slip my shirt over my head, noticing the way his eyes darken as he watches. I can't lie, it's a turn on in itself knowing that someone like him wants me. "Unless you want to tell me what the Hell Leo was talking about?"
"It's...nothing."
I nod. "That's what I thought. I'll see you tomorrow." I grab my things and stand from the couch, wincing slightly. Who knew such a gorgeous couch would be so uncomfortable when used for a make-out session?
"Shit, Gabby, wait." Aaron runs a hand through his hair. I take a quick peek at his toned body and gulp.
"Put a shirt on." I half demand, half beg. I'm too distracted by him.
"Not if it's getting you hot and bothered." Aaron bites his lip. "That's how I want you."
"Don't change the subject."
"I have a little brother." Aaron blurts, and I raise an eyebrow. Now I'm interested. What does this have to do with anything?
"He's Leo's age. They were best friends. He...did something unforgivable...and then, so did I. My cousin still isn't quite over it. He blames me."
"Okay." Is all I say.
"Really? That's it? You don't want to know anything more?"
"I do. But I trust you, Aaron. You told the truth: you did something bad. I don't need to know what it is until you're ready to tell me. I've done my fair share of...questionable acts."
He sighs, his eyes widening. "You're amazing. Seriously, if I didn't respect you so much...I'd skip the formalities and take you up to my room right now."
I chuckle and he does too.
"Nothing is sexier than a girl who respects boundaries." He adds. I giggle some more.
"You know me...the epitome of sexy." I let more sarcasm than I intend into my voice and his brow furrows.
"You are, there's nothing false about that statement."
"I'm...fat." The fact never bothered me really before Leo, but lately, it has become more and more of a curse word.
"You are." Aaron agrees. "By definition. But according to media, fat is anything above a size four. So in that case, so is Jennifer Lawrence. So is Beyonce. So are you. But you're more than that. You're sexy, you have an hourglass figure that most girls would die for. You have breasts that guys dream about. You have such an angelic face and such beautiful eyes. And your lips...the way you kiss. You're overweight, Gabby, but you're incredibly sexy too. And not in spite of your weight. Not because of it either. You're sexy with your weight. You'd be sexy if you gained ten pounds or if you lost ten pounds. You're sexy because you're you, Gabrielle Hampton."
Before my mind registers what my body is doing, I'm taking long strides over to the handsome, still shirtless boy in front of me. I crash my lips to his. He doesn't respond at first, but once his brain registers what's happening, he wraps his arms around me and kisses back. Our mouths move in sync and soon he leads me to the couch, gently setting me down. He grabs the hem of my shirt and looks to me for permission. I give an enthusiastic nod and he doesn't need to be told twice. Soon I'm shirtless and so is he, and we are skin to skin. We continue to kiss and his hands roam my body with a passion that feels almost foreign to me.
"God, you're beautiful." Aaron breaks the kiss and stares down at me, taking all of me in. I grab his head and pull his lips back to mine. His hands find their way to my inner thighs, slowly rising and rising...
"Holy shit, Gabby?" A voice interrupts my bliss and I open one eye. Then the other. Then I bolt up, pushing Aaron off of me.
"Oh my God, Camille?" I grab a pillow and cover myself. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Leo. What are you doing here?"
"Nothing anymore," Aaron interjects, letting out a defeated groan and adjusting his clothes to better hide his crotch. I allow myself to marvel at the fact that his sexual frustration is due to me.
"Were you guys about to do it?" Camille wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
"God, Camille, no!" I shout at the same time Aaron mumbles a halfhearted 'we'll never know now.'
I shoot him a glare, pretending to be annoyed.
"Oh my God!" Camille grins. "Gabby!"
"Shut up!" I hiss.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go see my boo." She shrugs and exits the room. And as much fun as I'm having with Aaron, as much as I like him, I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I picture the gorgeous couple upstairs having crazy, animalistic sex.
And I can't help wishing that I was there in place of my beautiful best friend.