The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 128

“Good morning,” he said into the room, looking still startled. It was cute. No, it was actually shocking

that he had not spotted Charo’s bright red hair like a beacon in the distance. “I hope everything you

guys were saying was good.” He accompanied that with a teeny-tiny, lopsided smile.

“Of course, of course.” Charo waved a hand in the air. “We have been waiting for you to wake up. I bet

Lina was missing you.”

My back stiffened, and Aaron’s head whirled slowly in my direction.

Dammit, Charo. My lips curled in a tight smile that I hid with my mug.

My cousin continued, “There is fresh coffee. Would you like some? Do you take it black? Would you

like some milk with it? Perhaps sugar too? Brown or white? Or maybe you don’t like coffee. Lina hasn’t

said anything, so I assumed you would have some. Unless you don’t, of course. I won’t force you to

drink it.”

Aaron blinked, looking a little lost.

“You should get yourself a cup,” I muttered.

My fake boyfriend cleared his throat and walked in the direction of the coffeepot. “I … I think I’ll serve

myself a cup. Thank you, Charo.”

Charo’s answer was a satisfied grin.

Aaron poured himself some coffee, and before the man even finished filling his mug, Charo was at it

again.

“So, did you have fun yesterday, parejita?” My cousin sang that last word. Parejita—little couple.

I rolled my eyes.

“I wish I could have made it, but I’m not young and wild anymore. Not like you guys. I hope the bed in

your room is still standing after seeing how the other one ended up. Although I guess if that had

happened, I would have definitely noticed. The walls are veeeery thin.” She followed that with a wink.

In the periphery of my vision, I watched Aaron wince. Couldn’t blame him. I winced too.

“Anyway,” my cousin continued, “you guys got home really late last night. I heard the front door

closing.”

“Yes, we did. I’m sorry about that, Charo.” My gaze followed Aaron as he walked decidedly across the

few feet that separated us, finally settling on one of the three high stools placed around the narrow

breakfast bar. Right beside where I had sat down myself.

“Ay no, don’t worry about it,” I heard my cousin say as I kept my eyes on my fake boyfriend’s

movements. “It did not bother me. I was actually happy to know you had made it back safely.”

Aaron scooted his stool closer to mine, and his scent hit me like a freaking moving truck, plunging me

back to last night, when it had completely engulfed me. My eyelashes fluttered, and I had to avert my

gaze.

“Oh, okay. Good. That’s good,” I absently told my cousin, feeling my cheeks flush.

“And I wake up a few times during the night anyway. I’m a light sleeper.” Charo’s voice kept fading in

the background as the knowledge of having Aaron’s body within reach sank in. “So, if you ever hear

weird noises at night, it’s just me walking around the apartment.” She chuckled. “With a little bit of luck,

I won’t accidentally walk in on you naked or something.”

Naked. Aaron naked. My mind seemed to short-circuit the moment it ventured into that mental image,

pushing me off my stool as if my ass were on fire.

Space. Air. I needed … something. Anything.

Not being able to go very far, considering the dimension of the functional kitchen, I opened a couple of

cabinets, making sure my back was to Aaron until all that blood that had somehow risen to my face

returned to its original place.

I fanned myself with one of the cabinet doors. Good, good. Better.

Needing an excuse for my very unclassy getaway from the stool, I snatched a package of chocolate NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

chip cookies.

“So, tell me everything, Aaron,” I heard Charo say behind me as I ripped open the cardboard. “What do

you think of our little hometown? I am sure it is very different from New York. We don’t have

skyscrapers or any of that, but there are plenty of places to visit. Nature, beautiful beaches. The coast

is really amazing. Lots of stuff to do.” She paused, and I extracted one of the cookies from the

package. “How many days will you guys stay, by the way? I heard that you were here only for the

wedding. That’s such a shame! You should book a holiday and just—”

The doorbell rang, interrupting Charo.

“Oh, I’ll get that,” my cousin announced quickly and then slipped out of the kitchen.

My eyes narrowed.

While I was busy wondering if we were expecting anybody, it took me by surprise when an arm—which

I was starting to get very well acquainted with at this rate—snaked around my waist and pulled me

backward.

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