James decided to drive me the airport. My parents drilled me over inviting my roommate and friends over for next break. I nodded and agreed even though I probably wasn't going to ask Pierce to come. Because if he came, Aaron would come too.
Saying goodbye was a lot harder than I thought. My mom nearly started crying and my dad just seemed to get sad all over again. My brothers were playful, joking around about how they wanted me gone—but I could tell they were upset too. I think it's different in a way. Yeah, I was sad leaving them as well, but I have a life in Florida now. I was excited to go back to it.
My brothers told me they wouldn't tell mom about my "boyfriend." I knew they were going to start using that against me if they could in any way. Even after Ashley explained he wasn't real, the boys decided to create their own image of a boyfriend for me. That's how siblings work. But they did mention that my mom would probably find out eventually. Especially now that Jeromy thinks I'm seeing someone. He's apparently still a total kiss up to my parents. It's revolting.
James pulled into the airport and helped me with my bag. "You going to be ok sis?" He asked with a smile. "Is Miami treating you well?"
"I love it there so much James," I told him honestly.
"More than Jack's Parlor?"
Jack's Parlor is the oldies ice cream place everyone in town goes to. It's where I worked from age 15 until college. Jack—the owner—is probably one of the nicest people in town. Everyone is loyal to him and the ice cream he makes is the best in world solely because he makes it himself.
James and I used to work there together. We were the sibling duo. Covering each other's shifts and working hard. We would goof around and do homework sometimes. When James graduated high school, working at Jack's wasn't the same.
"Yes..." I said. "More than Jack's."
"That's astounding," James chuckled. His laughter soon subsided, leaving us in a comfortable silence. James took a deep breath before pulling me into a hug. "It really was great seeing you Park," He muttered into my hair.
I smiled, hugging him just as tightly. Even with the two years apart, James and I were always close. He was the brother that I could tell everything too. If this were another world, we would be twins. I guess my mom was partially right. Seeing everyone back home made me realize I miss a few things. Like the sound of a fire crackling in the fireplace. Or the lack of traffic when driving through a street.
But now I have a new home and I love it there just as much. Sure, Michigan is great. Miami however, is spectacular.
"You're going to visit eventually right?" I asked when we pulled away.
James smiled, "As soon as I get the money for it...yes."
I nodded, smiling back. We said our final goodbyes and I went ahead and grabbed my backpack. I was still really glad I decided to pack light. It made traveling so much easier. "Hey Park," James asked before I headed towards the security.
"Yeah?"
"Is your roommate actually gay or was that an excuse?" James raised an eyebrow at me like he was trying to catch me in a lie.
I grinned, "Why? Would you be interested if he were?"
James rolled his eyes, "Get out of here Park. Michigan is tired of you."
"Love you too," I said smiling. I gave him one last quick hug before turning around. With that, I headed towards the security.
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By the time I arrived to Miami, it was already dark. Not late in the night where the airport is dead, but at the time people would typically go out and have dinner. I texted Pierce because he had told me he was going to pick me up. He even said he would wait for me along with everyone else.
I tightened the straps of my backpack and headed through the airport. Halfway through, I realized how unbelievable hot it was and took off my jacket, quickly shoving it into my backpack. The temperature change was crazy. Even the airport in Miami is warmer than Michigan—and they blast the AC here.
I walked through the airport quickly, trying to make my way through the luggage area. A lot of people were waiting for their suitcases, it felt like I had just Fast-Passed everyone. Cutting them through an invisible line.
My mind was set on getting home. The whole time I was gone I spent catching up on my homework and drawing the skyscraper for Aaron. I was really excited to show him what I came up with. Working by a fire, cuddled up in a blanket, while drinking hot cocoa—really seemed to boost my imagination.
I walked through the double doors that led to the final stretch of the airport. People were waiting for this loved ones, holding up signs and jumping anxiously. Every so often I would see someone run up to their family member and hug them tightly.
I searched the crowed, walking down the long aisle of people waiting to see Pierce. At one point, I started frowning. Was he not here? Did he forget? I looked down at my phone, just to see if he had texted me. There were no new messages from Pierce but I had one from Aaron.
I opened it and it read, To your left.
I looked up, turning towards my left only to come in contact with Aaron's piercing eyes. Not seeing his eyes for a week made me forget how distraught they were. He was wearing his leather jacket over a white shirt and faded black jeans. He was situated between two other men who were looking over heads and jumping to see if their loved ones arrived. One of them was holding a sign with a name on it. Aaron was also holding a sign. On a regular sheet of paper and in bold the letters spelled out, Birdie.
I couldn't stop the smile that formed on my face and I started to slowly walk towards him. The closer I got the more my smile seemed to widen. Aaron's eyes stayed locked on mine and I saw the ends of his lips start to curl into a smile. My heart started beating loudly and I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach.
I stopped right in front of him, the sheet of paper between us. "Hi Aaron," I said looking up at him.
His face shifted from the small grin into a full smile. I didn't think I could miss a voice so much until I heard his again, "Hi Birdie."
I faked a frown and raised an eyebrow, "Wasn't your brother supposed to pick me up?"
Aaron shrugged, putting the sheet down and turning halfway so we would start walking towards the exit. "I called dibs."
I followed Aaron, his eyes flicking towards me every so often. I was feeling jittery, wondering why he was actually here. So I tried making small talk and asked, "How was your Thanksgiving then?"
"Uneventful." He answered curtly.
I nodded, "Mine too."
"You visited your family though," He said raising an eyebrow. "Was that not fun?"
I shrugged, "I mean it was but I really missed being here."
Aaron smirked, his eyes trailing on me. "I know."
I felt my neck turn red and I was glad we finally stepped foot outside. It wasn't even cold, just breezy with the instant increase of humidity. Compared to Michigan, this was flat out scalding. The smell of saltwater instantly hit me as soon as the small breeze passed by.
I started heading towards the parking lot when Aaron called out, "Birdie."
I turned to look at him, his motorcycle leaning on the curb. He grabbed his black helmet that he somehow kept with the bike. "No," I said shaking my head as he climbed on.
He was holding the helmet out to me as I got closer. "No?" He asked an eyebrow raised. His face went back to his usual monotone state.
"There's no way I'm getting on that," I kept shaking my head and crossed my arms over my chest.
Aaron took a deep breath and got off the bike, he took a few steps towards me until we were only a breath apart. "Why not?"
"Because my parents would kill me if they found out I was on a motorcycle," I replied sheepishly. I realized after I said it how utterly stupid I sounded.
Aaron raised his eyebrow, his lips curving in an amused smirk. "Why would they ever have to find out?"
"I mean—"
"Come on Parker," He crossed his arms over his chest catching my attention quickly after using my name. "You talk about not wanting your parents to control you, yet you continuously let them manipulate you from hundreds of miles away?"
I didn't want to admit he was right. But I also didn't want to admit I was afraid too. I took a deep breath, looking between Aaron and his bike. The bike itself looked intimidating as is. It fit Aaron well. But I wasn't sure how I felt about being on his bike. I don't even know how I'm going to fit on the back. The bike is meant for racing and speed, not comfort and transportability. The driver has to lean over, not lean back like on a Harley Davidson. I've also never seen Aaron on his motorcycle, but from what I've heard from Pierce, Aaron drives like a maniac. He gets a high off of the adrenaline.
"Add some adventure into your life," Aaron added quietly. He urged me by extending his helmet out for me. It was black and kind of reminded me of the helmets the people from Tron would wear during their races.
When I looked up at Aaron, his eyes seemed to glisten with wonder. He was waiting for my reaction and to see what I would do next. "Fine," I said taking the helmet. He instantly smiled and I my heart fluttered like I had just made it all the more worthwhile.
Even though it was dark, Aaron put on his Ray-Bans. I could only assume it was to prevent the wind from watering his eyes. Maybe it would be better if I gave him the helmet back and just closed my eyes the whole way. I'd look pathetic and stupid, but at least I would know we won't crash. And if we do, I won't even notice because my eyes would be closed.
"You sure you don't want the helmet?" I asked extending it back in his direction.
He shook his head as he boarded the bike, "You have it. It's Bluetooth. I've already set it so playing your favorite music."
He gave me a smirk before turning on his bike—purposely revving the engine so loud that it caused me to jump and few other people to glance in our direction. "You coming Birdie?"
I mustered every bit of courage I had left and put on the helmet. Sure enough, Coldplay was playing inside. I was glad Aaron couldn't see me anymore because I was smiling like an idiot. The visors of the helmet were surprisingly clear. Looking at it from the outside, all I could see was black. I even thought that it would get hot inside from my breathing, but the air seemed to circulate.
It felt like the world around me was bubbled out. My head felt like it was in a cloud. I could hardly hear everything outside because even with the music, everything was muted. I glanced at Aaron, who was grinning from his seat. He patted the end of his bike and I hesitantly moved towards it. I tightened the straps of my bag and swung my leg to sit down.
"If you want to turn up the music," Aaron said. I couldn't hear him well but I could read his lips moving. He grabbed my hand, placing my finger on a button that was at where my ear would be. "Click here."
I nodded and he turned back around, leaning over and placing his hands on the handles. He twisted the grip, the engine revving. I placed my arms around him, my fingers interlacing to hold on. Aaron kicked off the ground, a sudden jolt nearly throwing me off. I tightened my grip on him, my arms suddenly tense as we sped off the street. Either Aaron was breathing hard or laughing because I could feel his abdomen rumbling.
I closed my eyes even though I had a helmet on. The initial acceleration is what seemed to shock me. I don't think I've ever moved that fast in a few split seconds. Aaron went as far and putting his hand over mine to make sure I was still holding tight.
Trust me, I thought to myself. I'm not letting go.
One of my favorite songs started playing and I couldn't help but smile and finally opened my eyes. Adventure of a Lifetime by Coldplay.
Aaron put his hand back on the handle, revving up and shooting off faster. He passed by several cars. Zig-zagging through the traffic until we were finally on the interstate. I glanced at my side, unable to move. Aaron kept the speed on the bike, passing by several cars. I wondered how he could be going this fast and still keep his balance. Every time he banked, we would have to lean in the direction. And every time he did happen to bank, my heart seemed to stop for a moment in fear that we were going to fly off. But we didn't.
The wind seemed to be uncontrollable. I easily got cold but I didn't care. At night, the skyline of the city looked beautiful. My smile didn't falter as I saw how all the windows looked like stars and how the city seemed to be alive even after the sun sets. I turned my head, looking at the opposite direction as Aaron crossed a bridge. There was a canal that was filled with yachts and smaller boats.
I listen to the music echoing in the helmet as I pressed myself closer to Aaron, looking over his shoulder to see where he was going. I could understand why he loved this motorcycle. If the noise wasn't enough, the speed was. It's like being on a rollercoaster. Granted, Aaron was going well over the speed limit. But it felt like I was the front seat of a Six Flags ride.
I frowned when I saw he missed our exit and started heading somewhere else. I guess the one thing we couldn't do was talk. The humming of the wind outside made it hard enough to hear my music. I would turn it up—like he showed me—but there was no way I was going to let go. I think I'd actually fall off.
Aaron finally slowed down a bit once he took the exit. He would rev his engine if we were at a stoplight and then take off. I'm sure if I weren't on the back he'd be left on one wheel. He pulled onto the edge of a street, slowly coming a halt by placing his feet on the ground next to a parking meter.
"Where are we?" I asked as I took the helmet off. The bottom of my hair was frizzled from the ride, but I was glad to know the top was still under control.
Aaron stepped off, clipping his glasses at the front of his shirt as he pulled out a few quarters from his pocket. "Hollywood Beach."
I looked, a small buzz still in my ears. Sure enough, I could hear the sound of music and the laughter of people. Just down the street the ocean's waves were crashing against the sand and I could see the palm trees lining the beach. I remember reading a lot about Hollywood Beach. I haven't had the opportunity to come because I was too busy trying to study and work. Apparently, Hollywood Beach is beautiful in the morning—everyone enjoying the water. And at night, it's filled with lights and excitement. It's surrounded by little restaurants and shops. The best part about Hollywood Beach is the roller-skating. Couples, children, and even adults—come here to roller skate down the sidewalk. Joining them are a few bicyclists and any other man-powered contraption known.
"They have some pretty great ice cream up that way," Aaron said pointing down the sidewalk.
I finally looked over at him. His hair didn't look any different, still wild. Except now I knew it was because of the wind from his lack of wearing a helmet. He didn't seem cold whereas I was shivering. It had felt like the wind had reached down all the way to my bones. I got off the bike, pulling my backpack in front of me and taking my jacket out.
"I can take it for you Birdie," Aaron insisted as he pointed at my bag. He had grabbed the helmet from my hands and started locking it to the side of the bike. "I dragged you out here."
"It's ok," I said pulling on the straps. "I was just cold."
Aaron raised an eyebrow at me—as if questioning whether I do want to carry my bag. It's not heavy, not yet anyways. "Suit yourself," He finished locking the helmet and grabbed my wrist pulling me towards the direction of the beach. "Come on."
We walked down the strip. The beach itself was deserted, but the palm trees were lit up and the shops were booming. There were even a few kids who were running around. Aaron kept his hand on my wrist, making me nervous the whole time. "I really like your bike," I finally said. I turned my head to look up at him and I could see he was trying hard not to grin.
"And you thought you'd die." He said in his dense tone.
"I still think I will," I smirked. "But it was a lot of fun."
"I'm glad you think so," He said sincerely before looking down at me. We held each other's gazes for a few second before he tilted his head slightly. "All I ever see you do is work. Study. Pierce and I go out every weekend and you stay at home. Why?"
I shrugged looking down at the sidewalk. There was a line that separated the roller-skaters and bicyclist from the people that were walking. "If you don't work hard you won't get far in life," I answered pitifully.
Aaron smirked, "That doesn't mean you can't go out and have fun."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Come on Aaron," I said raising my eyebrow and pursing my lips. "I don't think I've ever seen you have fun."
"You don't spend any time with me," He answered. "Don't you remember what I told you?"
I looked up like I was trying to remember the small details and things we've talked about. "Other than your odd obsession over stars...no."
"I'm three-quarters an adventurer." He grinned at me like it was some sort of secret that he was proud to admit. His hand had let go of my wrist but remained so close that as we walked our fingers kept brushing each other.
I rolled my eyes, "Is that what you do every time you randomly leave the house?"
"Exactly," He didn't elaborate any further which only left me to my thinking. I would have to ask later what he meant.
Aaron stopped in front of a small ice cream parlor. And by small, I mean small. It was a hole in the wall sort of place that had a worn-out ice cream figure standing outside of the doors. Aaron let me step in front of him, his hand on the small of my back as we walked up the three steps.
The gentleman in the window smiled at us. He definitely looked Latin, but I wasn't about to start practicing my Spanish here. "Two cones of vanilla," Aaron said pulling out his wallet. I couldn't help but frown at seeing the lack of cards in his wallet. Maybe it's a guy thing, to not carry around debit and credit cards. The only thing that was visible was a small picture of him and Pierce. Other than that, there was only cash in his wallet.
"Keep the change." Aaron said politely as he handed the gentleman the money just as the man gave him the two cones. "This is probably some of the best ice cream ever made," Aaron said handing me the cone.
I chuckled, "I doubt it."
"Oh really?" He challenged. "Try it."
I sighed, taking a lick from the top of the ice cream. Sure enough, it was spectacularly good. For vanilla, it tasted amazing. But it wasn't the best ice cream either. I grinned, "This is amazing."
Aaron didn't answer, he simply smirked like he knew he was right. "But it's not the best," I added causing him to frown and raise an eyebrow. "The best ice cream is where I live in Michigan."
"Oh really?"
I nodded as we both walked down the strip aimlessly. "I worked at an ice cream parlor where they made literally the best flavors in the world."
"I'll hold your word on that," Aaron said.
I smirked, "You better."
Aaron looked like he was about to add something when all of a sudden he grabbed my hand, jerking me to his side. Someone on a bicycle passed us quickly, obviously not paying attention to what was in front of him. He was ringing his bell after he passed me and then said something that probably insulting, but got lost in the air. He wasn't even in the designated biking section. I guess that's one thing about Miami that isn't as great as Michigan. The people here are a lot ruder.
"People are idiots," I grumbled as I ate my ice cream. "Thanks."
Aaron looked down at me, keeping his eyes locked with mine. We had stopped for a moment, after me almost getting run over by an idiot. Instead of answering, Aaron kept his grip on my hand. His fingers curled around, linking our hands together. My heart sped up quickly as he gave a small squeeze. In a deep whisper, he said, "I wouldn't let an ass run you over Biride."
"That doesn't reassure me as much as it should," I whispered back.
He looked back up, the corner of his lip lifting. He continued eating his ice cream as he led me down the walk. Our paces both slowed down. Each of us enjoying our ice cream and I myself was enjoying our linked hands. It just didn't make any sense to me. None of it did. By the time Aaron got to the cone of the ice cream, I mustered enough confidence to ask, "So Aaron..."
"So Birdie..." His eyes flicked to mine. His expression showing me he was ready to be amused.
"Any crazy ex-girlfriends I should know about?" I asked trying to reciprocate his amused expression.
He gave me a mischievous grin that caught me mid-bite into my cone. "Why?" He didn't turn to face me, simply looked at me through the corner of his eyes.
I shrugged looking down to cover up the blush creeping on my neck. "I don't want someone showing up to our home with an axe that has my name written on it."
"If there was an axe with a name on it, it would be my name."
"That much of a heartbreaker, huh?"
He chuckled softly, it was almost drowned out by the music that was playing as we walked by a restaurant. "No," He said lowly. "I've never had a serious relationship."
I frowned suddenly taken a back. Aaron is probably one of the most attractive men I've ever spoken to. Sure, it's hard to actually find the way to have a conversation with him, but it's always interesting to hear what he has to say. I must have looked surprised because Aaron smirked, "Does that shock you?"
"Yeah," I said. "I mean...you've never had a girlfriend?"
"I've had 'girlfriends,'" He said using one hand to put quotations up. "But never something serious like Pierce and his girlfriend or you with your boyfriend."
I had forgotten that he had heard my drunken conversation with my friends. Before I could add anything else Aaron beat me to it, "So interested in my love life..."
I scoffed, "Well you're holding my hand."
"You could have pulled away. But you didn't." Aaron grinned. My neck turned red and before I could combat with a witty remark he adds, "Besides, hands are like puzzles. They're meant to fit together."
I gulped, trying hard not to let the commentary get to me. We kept walking down the strip hand in hand until I finished my ice cream. Aaron decided to pull me towards the beach. We slipped our shoes off and walked through the cold sand. Along the beach there was a small palm tree where I decided to take a seat because my backpack was starting to feel heavy.
Aaron sat beside me, leaning against the palm tree. "I won't bite," He said as he lifted his arm. His eyebrow was raised at me again—waiting to see what I would do.
I scooted towards him until he put his arm over my shoulders. I tried really hard not to lean against him, but that only caused me to be uncomfortable so I caved. I sighed, "So why ignore me over the last couple of weeks?"
The truth is, as much as I like Aaron, he doesn't make any logical sense. Here we are, sitting against a palm tree while watching the moon's light glisten against the ocean water. Aaron's arm around me, his hand still linked with mine. Yet I still didn't understand why it was he stopped talking to me in the first place. Or what caused his sudden change in heart.
"I wasn't ignoring you," He answered. "I was keeping a fair distance away."
"Why?" I turned slightly so I was looking at him. He stared down at me with his sad eyes. The first time I actually think they fit his tone. He looked so grave that I actually felt guilty for asking.
"I told you," He looked away. "I'm a blackhole."
I tried lightening the mood by playfully poking his stomach, "It has nothing to do with you being jealous over my ex-boyfriend then?"
Aaron smirked, his playful demeanor somewhat returning. "Only certain things make me jealous. You being an independent person is not one of them. Why? Should I be worried? Is he going to come and hunt me down with an axe?"
"No," I smiled. Aaron stared at me, his eyes shifting from my smile to my eyes. I looked back towards the ocean. "He's a jerk."
I could feel Aaron's eyes on me, but I kept my gaze towards the ocean. My feet burying into the sand. "My turn to ask about your love life I suppose?" He wasn't speaking loudly, just firmly. "I can't possibly imagine you being with someone who isn't extraordinary."
"What do you define as extraordinary?"
"Someone who has a stunning motorcycle, loves exhilaration, and—according to you—has an obsession over stars." He said without hesitation.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Well in that case he was far from extraordinary."
"Tell me," Aaron urged. He seemed to be genuinely curious.
"About what?"
"Whatever comes to your mind," Aaron shifted a bit and I sat up looking at him to see if he meant it.
I hadn't ever gotten the chance to talk to anyone about what happened. Sure, I would talk to Ashley but not about the major things. It was something that was always bottled in me. And Ashley would occasionally take Jeromy's side. Especially with the whole architecture argument.
I sighed, getting comfortable on the sand as I faced Aaron. "Have you ever been in love Aaron?"
He shrugged, shaking his head. "Can't say I have been."
"Well I thought I was in love," I told him honestly. He tilted his head at me, absorbing everything I was saying like a sponge. "It's so stupid looking back at it. I was young—a kid—who didn't know what love was or could be. And Jeromy was nice and I thought we loved each other but...people change."
"That's not always bad," Aaron looked away briefly.
"But it's not always good either," I said looking up at him. "There were things he said to me that I won't ever forget."
"About?"
"Me," I frowned easily being able to remember. "Us. He said things like how I have nothing to do with his happiness. Or how I'm irrelevant to his life as he is to mine. Then he would bash on my career choices...and I...I just never said anything to defend myself."
Aaron frowned, his hand reaching over and placing it over mine. "I haven't been in a relationship, but I could tell you now that didn't sound healthy."
"It wasn't."
"He sounds like an ass."
"He was."
Aaron smirked, "I'm only an ass to my brother. And people who piss me off."
I couldn't suppress the laugh that invaded me. "You're too much of a flirt to be an ass."
Aaron kept the small grin on his face as he looked out towards the ocean. It was another cloudy day so I was sure he was missing the stars at this point. I sat back next to him, his body not moving at all. He simply repositioned his arm over my shoulders and linked his fingers with mine.
"What about you?" I asked.
"What about me?"
"Why don't you start by telling me where you go almost every week?"
"Deep sea fishing, swimming with sharks, riding through the everglades, I went to try out that water jet pack about a week ago." He shrugged. "During the hurricane, I got a buddy of mine to let me ride in his plane before the hurricane hit us. We went over it, the view was amazing. I guess I'm also considered a storm chaser now."
My jaw had dropped. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not. Maybe he was just kidding around. Even though Aaron flirts a lot, he's usually not the joking kind of guy. I wasn't sure if he was being serious. It would explain a lot though. Some sunburns that I thought he had gotten from the beach. Or coming home with a few bandages wrapped around his leg. He once came home with a small snow globe souvenir I'm sure he got from the Keys.
"Wait seriously?" I was completely bewildered.
He nodded, "I told you. I'm three-quarters adventurer."
The thought of doing wild crazy things was exactly that—wild and crazy. I had never given the thought of being a daredevil because it would risk my well-being. Even possibly, my life. Sure, Aaron can probably jump off cliffs without hesitation. He seems to make all sorts of decisions by instinct. It doesn't sound like he ever plans anything through. I however, am not like that. I need to have a plan A, B, and C to make sure my outcome is exactly what I expected.
"Why do you like that kind of stuff?" I looked up at him. "What got you into it all?"
He seemed lost in thought for a moment. The small breeze rustling through his hair. His eyes were completely lost, the darkness behind them joining the darkness of the night. Without any emotion in his voice he finally answered, "After being stuck somewhere for a really long time, coming back into the world gives me a new perspective on how to live it."
My heart started beating out of something different. I wasn't scared of Aaron, but I was scared of his words. There's still something that keeps nagging me about my roommates. The money aspect is definitely one of them, but I keep wondering what it is that Aaron does exactly. And I hardly know anything about their past.
I decided to stop asking questions. Aaron didn't push me either. We both simply looked out at the water, enjoying the soft music playing behind us and loud crashing of the waves in front of us. I leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
We both seemed to be getting drowsy, but neither of us moved. "Hey Aaron," I said finally breaking the silence between us.
"Yes Birdie?" He said softly as his voice rolled off like honey onto a spoon.
"You're not a blackhole," I said quietly. My gaze shifted to look up at him. "You're the sun. A star so big and searing that whatever comes close to you burns. But anything far enough sparkles with life."
"Don't get too close," He warned.
I smiled replying, "I can take the heat."
Aaron finally smiled at me. Not anything sarcastic or amused. Something that looked genuinely happy. And if it weren't for his eyes, I would actually believe he was carefree. He didn't say thank you or compliment me back. I think the smile was enough.
When I placed my head back on his chest my smile grew. His heart sounded like this: Ka-boom, ka-boom, ka-boom.
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Disclaimer: Authors are supposed to love all their characters. Good or bad. I however, absolutely love Parker and Aaron. Together or apart, they're (at the moment) in my Top 5 of best characters to write about. Shawn Parris by far being #1.
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