Dreams

Chapter twenty-four

"Okay, whatever you say." I sighed.

He grinned, and grabbed another slice. I picked one up too, eating it slowly as I thought of Aaron working out...shirtless...

"Kat?" Aaron was waving his hand in my face.

"Huh?"

"You were daydreaming again. What were you thinking about?"

"Uh, nothing." I avoided his eyes.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked with a smirk. I bet he knew what I was thinking about...

"No, thanks."

"I can get you soda."

"It's probably already spiked."

"I have one somewhere here, so you don't have to worry about that." He stood from the bed, tipping the pizza boxes, they would've slipped off if he didn't reach out and hold them in place.

"Okay, sure."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling. I struggled to catch my breath and looked away.

My gaze landed on a pile of books on the floor in one of the corners in his room. I got up, wiping my hands on a tissue I conveniently found in my pocket to remove the oils from the pizza. I picked up the first book in the pile, flipped it over, and began reading the blurb on the back.

"Here."

I turned around, set the book back, and took a big gulp of the soda.

We went back and sat on Aaron's bed again. I put down my drink over the unopened pizza box.

"Can you do this?" I asked. I bent my right leg and placed it on my left thigh, then did the same for my left leg but on my right thigh.

"How the hell did you do that?" He stared at my legs as if they were magic.

"You've never seen anyone do it before?"

"I have, but I always thought it takes a lot more effort than that."

"My mom got into the whole yoga thing last year. I picked up a few things along the way." I explained.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Only if you're out of shape, I think. It doesn't hurt right now, 'cause I've done it a billion times. Do you want to try?"

He stared at my legs with an exaggerated look of fear on his face.

"It's really not that hard. Here, I'll...guide you." The words felt awkward in my mouth, so I cleared my throat and shifted forward.

We moved the pizza to the side so it wasn't between us anymore. Our knees touched, the rough material of his dark jeans brushing against my bare skin.

"Okay, first thing, you have to straighten your back." I demonstrated, sitting up straighter.

Aaron copied, then waited as I gave him the next step.

"Bend your knee like this...Yeah, like that, but try not to kick me in the face please."

He laughed, "No promises."

I shook my head. "That's not a guaranteed answer, Aaron. Now try to get this leg over here."

I tugged at the material of Aaron's jeans, guiding his right leg over his left thigh.

"That's not hard."

"Yeah, now get this one of there." I said, pointing at his other leg.

"Easy." He lifted his leg and tugged it over his thigh.