Chapter 28-Living for You Selene's POV Aaron drove us back to his house. As soon as we arrived, he went straight to his study to deal with some matters, while I headed to my room to take a shower. Funny, really-I'd never even spent a single night here, and yet I was already thinking of it as my room. The faucet squeaked softly when I turned it, and soon warm water cascaded over my skin, soothing and comforting. "Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be..." I hummed half a verse before stopping to pick a shampoo. My eyes landed on a citrus-scented one, and I gave it a proud little squeeze. The moment it foamed in my hands, the fresh, tangy fragrance filled the steamy air. As I lathered my hair, the suds puffed up like a fluffy crown. The showerhead became my microphone, and I belted out the chorus with dramatic flair, bowing graciously to an imaginary audience of soap and shampoo bottles. I couldn't resist doodling a smiley face on the fogged-up glass door before rinsing my hair clean. Time slipped by unnoticed. By the time I was done my hair was blow-dried, my skin warm and soft, and I was wrapped in the comfor Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! e bathroom door- -and my breath caught. There he was. Aaron sat on the edge of my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of fitted black briefs. His sculpted body was on full display, the sharp V-line drawing my eyes lower. Good grief. If this whole Uber business didn't work out, he could easily have a future as an underwear model. "Lovely performance," he teased, clapping his hands lightly. My cheeks flamed so hot I was surprised steam didn't rise off them. "What are you doing here?" I asked, feigning ignorance as I stepped out of the bathroom. "I figured your next song deserved a live audience." He leaned back slightly, his grin wicked. "Judging by that blush, I'd say the encore's about to begin." I groaned and buried my face in my hands, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. Aaron chuckled softly. "Come here, little kitten." My treacherous feet obeyed him before my brain could catch up. I perched sideways on his lap, and he wrapped his arms around me, pressing a deep kiss to my overheated face before gazing at me with a tenderness that made my chest ache. "Hey," I said suddenly, a lightbulb flicking on in my head. "Did you forget the terms of our contract? Rule number one-no kissing, no touching!" 1516 75.68% We both knew full well how spectacularly we'd broken that rule tonight, but I needed something- anything-to salvage my dignity. Even a pathetic argument was better than no defense at all. He arched a brow. "Funny. I don't remember signing a contract with Selene Armand. Wasn't it Vanessa Armand?" He rubbed his chin theatrically. "Ah, yes... you remind me of a very clever little trickster." He growled playfully and dipped his head toward me in exaggerated slow motion, pretending to bite I squealed and twisted away, laughing. "Are you threatening to punish me?" "Oh, I will," he promised darkly. "But not tonight. I wouldn't dare rob you of your precious sleep." His thumb brushed beneath my eye, and I caught the flicker of concern in his gaze. Damn those dark circles-evidence of too many sleepless nights. "May I invite you to my room?" he asked softly. "To sleep beside me." My heart skipped. I nodded. His answering smile was radiant. Without effort, he scooped me up, carrying me bridal-style to his room as though I weighed nothing at all. He laid me gently on his bed, my head sinking into plush pillows. His scent surrounded me- embedded in the sheets, the blankets, everywhere. It enveloped me like a warm, protective cocoon. I closed my eyes for a fleeting second, savoring it, then opened them to find him lying beside me, so close our noses nearly brushed. His chest rose and fell slowly, his face mere inches from mine. I realized, with a small thrill, that he was breathing me in too. "What's your favorite color?" I asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. He smiled, brushing a stray lock of damp hair from my face. "Why the sudden curiosity?" "I just want to know you better," I said with a small shrug. "I mean, we've only known each other three days." Though truthfully, it felt like centuries. "All right," he said after a pause. "Pink. My favorite color is pink." I blinked. My jaw nearly hit the floor. "Seriously? Pink? I would've pegged you for a black or gray kind of guy. You know, brooding and dangerous." "Once upon a time, maybe," he admitted. "But that was before you. Now, pink reminds me of you. Of your body. Of the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His voice dropped to a heated rasp. "If you want to know my favorite drink, it's the sweetness between your thighs. I can never get enough." My mouth went instantly dry. I cleared my throat, desperately trying to redirect before the room combusted. "Uh, well, my favorite color is-" "Orange," he interrupted smoothly, his gaze never wavering from mine. "You love everything citrus. The 15:16 75.01%