
Being told I looked hot when I was trying to look angry did not help what was going on right now. However, from slight embarrassment, I had to force to look away, as I leaned back on the sofa, muttering a few things under my breath about how I wasn't trying to look hot. It was one of those things where you're happy the person said it, but mad that they said it, too. With a sigh, and a slightly cough, I leaned in, and took a few bites of the food, watching Aaron wolf his down, like he hadn't eaten for days. From the corner of my eyes, I sat him thrown away his container, and then walk back over. I looked up at him, to hear him speak. I placed a fake smile on my lips as he spoke. Before I could say anything, Aaron leaned in, and lipped my lips. I saw the whitish sauce on his finger just before he licked it away, and quickly looked away and down at my box of food. I knew what he spoke of, and was suddenly a bit confused. I looked at the food, trying to decide if I was done or not. I had eaten about half. That was more than enough, I felt, and placed the fork inside the container carefully, before closing it. "Y-yeah. I know," I manged to say, a bit breathless. How could he ask me that and then do that? It was a bit unfair. I had tried to forget about Eddie. Tried to play it cool and act like it was no big deal, but as Aaron spoke those words, I wasn't sure what to think. I stood up, and put the container in the fridge, saving it for tomorrow since I would be stuck at home again. "I need to take a shower," I said, faking a half smile, and walking into our bedroom, stopping at the picture I had given Aaron, and just standing by our bed looking at it.




