Aaron Marsh has officially lost his mind.
“No, Aaron. I’m thankful you got those for me, truly. However, if you could get a refund for these”—I nod towards the lilacs—“I would make you get it… but as that’s impossible, I have to ask you not to spend so much money on me anymore. The money is for something important. It’s for your future. Think of the dreamhouse you want. You could use the money to buy a piece of land and build the house you’ve dreamed of.”
He shakes his head. “Youare important, Sofia. More important than any dream I have ever had or will ever have.”
Please, I need him to just stop this. Stop breaking my heart with every word he says that isn’t proving his hatred for me. He has not once shown me he hated me, but fuck, I need him to. It’ll make leaving him behind when college is over so much easier.
He leans a little into me, not all too much but enough for my pulse to go nuts.
“I was going to get you one of those porn books you seem to like,” he says, his voice a little hoarse when he speaks. “But I couldn’t think of any book you don’t already have that intrigued me to buy.”
A pink flush appears on my skin, I’m sure of it. “How would you know about my ‘porn books’?”
His hands lay on my knees, a shiver rushing through my body. And then… he winks. He. Fucking.Winks. And to make matters worse, he adds a smirk.
Hi, God, it’s me again.
29
Aaron
“you know you could tear me apart”—Shivers by Ed Sheeran
“Pia, Emma, Jane,” Sofia says,smiling at her friends, “das ist Aaron, mein Freund.” Her hand squeezes mine, I’m not sure why, but I’m not here to complain about it.
I mean, the girl I’ve been crushing on since felt like forever is holdingmyhand, squeezing it. It doesn’t matter if it’s for comfort, a sign of her lies, or any other reason.
Also, I’m not quite sure what Sofia just said, but it sounded awfully a lot like an introduction. I could make out some names, so it’s the only logical option, right?
Sofia’s friends look me up and down, smirking. I swear, one even has some horny eyes going. The brunette, to be precise. Not sure what her name is, but I’m guessing one of the ones Sofia just said.
As I don’t want to acknowledge the heated looks from the other women, I look around the barn. Yes, a fuckingbarn. Who the hell hosts a party inside of a barn? I’m glad we’re somewhat inside as there must be at least a foot of snow on the ground, but abarn?
To my surprise, the barn is heated with what I assume must be a portable heating, or a few of them.
The barn is big enough to allow the entire village inside and still have enough space for everyone to breathe and walk around properly. The entire interior is held cozy; hung up fairy lights, blankets in case someone gets cold, tables with rows of food and drinks, hay bales all over the place and a surprisingly great number of tables and chairs.
It is different from what I know, but nothing I wouldn’t be able to get used to.
“He doesn’t speak German,” I hear Sofia say at the same time as she tugs on my arm and looks up at me. “Jane asked what you like most about Germany so far.”
“Sofia.” Most obvious answer. No matter where I am at, my answer will always be Sofia. That is, if she’s there with me. “Nothing more beautiful than her.”
The black-haired-girl—probably Jane—gapes at me. “Fuck, where’d you find that guy? Can one buy those somewhere?”
I do have to say, she’s beautiful. Jane’s got a beautiful face, not too symmetrical, deep brown eyes that seem almost black without the light hitting them. Her nose isn’t crooked, but rather pointy, her legs long and slim.
And yet when I thought someone like her is just my type, my attention remains on a certain brunette with some curves in the right places, honey-brown eyes, a cute little nose, and red, kissable lips.
Sofia giggles then leans her head against my arm, her free hand now holding onto me as well. “Doubt it. And don’t go on boosting his ego. He’s a hockey player, Aaron’s ego is the size of Alaska already.”
“A hockey player?” The red-head’s interest is piqued, eyebrows rising until they disappear underneath her bangs. “I thought Leon was a lesson to you.”
Why the hell is everyone so obsessed with that cheating bastard?
“Aren’t they all the same? I doubt one sports guy could stay faithful to their partner, especially when they’re on the road for half the year,” the very last of Sofia’s friends adds, eying me curiously.
I shake my head at her, truly not understanding how either of them can make such bold assumptions. I’m sure there are some athletes out there not wanting to commit to someone else, but I’m not one of those.