Page 40 of Eight Weeks
“I got one. Pretty simple too.” He sounds a bit far away, kind of like he laid his phone down somewhere to do something else. But then he’s back in full volume when he continues. “Do whatever the hell we want because we’re supposed to be in a relationship. Relationships don’t have rules.”
“That doesn’t sound efficient.”
“Alright. You want to talk about a stupid no kissing and no touching rule, because that’s what the people do in all these romance novels you like to read? Well, then you know as good as I do that these rules are made to be broken.”
He’s not wrong… much to my dismay. Wait, how the fuck does he know I like reading romance novels?
“You want to kiss me, fucking do it, Sofia. Want to get touchy, I have a body you can touch. Feel like sucking someone off, be my guest, I have a dick that would love your attention. Want to get fucked? You just have to ask, and I’ll gladly be the one to do the job.”
I’m quiet for a whole ass minute, needing a moment to process whatever words just left Aaron’s mouth. Only that my silence seems to give him another kick to speak.
“If you want to fall in love with me, Sofia. Do so,please,” he adds. “We don’t need rules to follow only to break them. Whatever you want to happen, I’m happy to make it reality.”
“Okay,” I say a little breathless.
I guess that settles that, but instead of hanging up the phone, Aaron and I keep talking about everything and nothing at all. He tells me about how he’s gotten an unofficial offer from the NYR but isn’t allowed to talk about it yet, then adds that the offer is definitely going to be made official after graduation because, well, his best friend’s father is the Coach of the team and has quite the connections to the owner of the team. It’s good to know Aaron has faith in Coach Carter’s power.
It's also great to know that Aaron will be living the life he’s always dreamed of. That makes one of us, but one is better than neither of us.
I tell him all about Leon and what went down between us, not because I want to tell him, but because he asked. He said he should know so he can come up with better comebacks if needed. I have total faith in Aaron crumbling Leon’s ego if he has to.
He doesn’t comment much about the whole relationship we had, only snorts disbelievingly every now and then.
“You know, you could have just hit me up instead of giving yourself to a fucker that was out for pussy and nothing else,” Aaron mutters a little sleepily as I finish telling him about my first time and how I got persuaded into it rather than me actually being into it.
“Ah, yeah? And say what exactly?”
He hums, thinking. “I don’t know. Something like ‘Aaron? Mind getting your ass over here because I kind of want to lose my virginity and my only other option would be some wannabe hockey guy that had his dick in tons of other girls before’?”
I lick my lips, smiling to myself. “Because you didn’t?”
“I didn’t say that. But I sure wouldn’t have told you the shit aboutneedingto lose your v-card to be cool. Plus, we both know I was on your mind the entire time anyway.”
That cocky fucker.
Aaron truly believes he’s been in my head this entire time, huh?
He’s right, of course, but still. It’s the principle here, people.
“Uh-huh.” I roll over, needing to reposition. “He was jealous of you, though. So, I give you that.”
“How? I wasn’t even in the picture.”
That he wasn’t, not literally, at least. “I had pictures in my room, and well, the necklace was a huge give-away that he would never mean too much to me.”
I canseethe proud, self-confident smile forming on his lips, even without having to actually see his face. And the second I realize my mistake, it’s already too late.
“My, my, Sofia. That sounds a littleinsaneif I do say so. You had a boyfriend and still figured keeping your head with me was the way to go? I’m a little turned on by that, to be honest.”
If I could, I would slap him for this very comment. Yet at the same time, he is right. It was insane. “Wow, if me saying the necklace you gave me got another guy jealous makes you hard, I’m really sorry for all those women you slept with. Must have lasted a second, tops.”
His chuckle sounds through the phone, a little heavier than I remember, but it still somehow brings a shiver to run through my body.
“Not even a second,” he says eventually. “It was all head in and done.”
“I’m not surprised.”
More time passes, some minutes pass by without either of us saying a single thing, others filled with conversations like we’ve been in touch all these years.
