Ghosts Of The Past [BoyxBoy] ✓

50. Tension

After a long time of walking around with her and humming, Rose is finally asleep in her crib. I sigh. I'm so tired. And I need to make homework too. And I'm supposed to cook today since mom has a night shift. 

I walk into the living room and Aron's cooking in the kitchen. 

I'm immediately more annoyed than I already was. 

...At the same time the food smells really good and it's calling my name.

"Thought I told you to leave." I say.

"I did. I came back." 

"Of course you did." I roll my eyes. 

I look at the pan. My stomach growls. 

"I'm sorry." Aron says, his back to me. 

"For what?" 

".. For waking Rosalie."

"That's not the only problem, Aron." 

He sighs. "Chase just gets under my skin. And he started—" 

"Don't give me that 'He started it' crap, this isn't elementary school." I say annoyed.

"Sky, I'm sorry." He turns to me. "I won't do it again." 

I cross my arms. 

"Aron, I can't be with you like this. I can't be with you if every little thing is gonna make you snap. You need to stop fighting people all the time." 

"I don't fight people all the time.. And I don't snap!" He says defensively.

"Chase kissed me." 

He stands still for a moment and takes a deep breath. 

Then he proceeds to throw the spoon he was holding onto the counter in anger. 

"Ese puto—"

"There it is." I fling myself on the couch. 

Aron walks over to me. He sits on the floor next to me.

"I can work on it." He grabs my arm. 

I pull away. "Don't touch me." I say annoyed. 

"Seriously. I promise I'll—"

"You'll what? How do you think you can fix this?" I ask pointedly. 

I think he knows what I'm getting at. 

He sighs annoyed. 

"Look, I'm not saying I'm perfect but I did the work and I improved. If you don't do this we can't—"

"Fine. I'll go to fucking therapy." He says annoyed. 

"You said that last time." 

"Last time I didn't know I could lose you if I didn't. And I know what that feels like. Not good." His face is expressionless but his eyes are on fire. 

"Okay." I mumble. 

My eyes unwillingly lower to his lips. Dammit. 

Control yourself, Sky. 

Control yourself. 

"So, can I touch you again?" He leans over me.

His gaze alone is turning me on. On top of that I can't deal with his hot breath on my skin. 

He leans forward. I stop him, putting my hand on his chest. 

"No, I'm still mad at you." I whisper. 

I'm a horrible liar. Just terrible. 

He smirks. "You are?" He asks, raising an eyebrow defiantly.

I nod, unable to speak. I gulp. 

He slowly takes off his shirt. 

"Still mad, now?" He climbs on the couch, right on top of me. 

His golden body lights up the entire room. A soft glaze of sweat makes his skin glisten even though there's little to no light in the room. 

I can't stop my hands from moving over his bare skin. 

He leans in close to me. 

Control yourself

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"No." I say softly. He stops right in his tracks. "Don't kiss me." I whisper. 

"No kissing?" He muses. 

I shake my head. 

He pulls away a little. 

I wish he wouldn't. 

Dammit. 

Aron slides his hand onto mine with such care and precision, it's enchanting. He slowly laces his fingers with mine and he looks from my hand to me. 

I feel chills in my pants but I try not to let it show. 

He presses his hand to mine quite hard but the pressure is somehow arousing. Then he brings my fingers to his lips and starts to suck on them. He occasionally looks into my eyes and it's sending shivers all over my body. 

Why it's so hot is beyond me. I curse myself for thinking no kisses would be a way to turn down the heat. Of course not. It's Aron. 

Then he moves from my hands to my stomach and he's not kissing me like normal, he's licking and biting all the way until he reaches my underwear. 

Our breathing is loud in the quiet and dark room. I get chills everywhere and he pulls down my pants. 

And then I give up and let him have his way with me. 

***

My mom, Aron and I are eating dinner. It's really awkward and quiet. 

Aron and I fucked like.. twice on the same night and somehow it feels like it's in the air or something. 

The sexual tension between me and Aron is very thick. 

Much like his—

"Aron, this stew is absolutely delicious!" My mom beams. 

"Thank you. It's made with love." He smiles. 

I don't know why but our eyes meet on the word 'love'. 

I look away. My cheeks are so hot.

"Sky, why are you so quiet?" Mom asks. 

I look back at Aron and then away. "Um.. just tired, I guess." 

"Oh really? I couldn't tell." Aron says smirking at me. 

At this point he's just trying to embarrass me. 

I kick him under the table. He catches my foot in his hands and starts massaging it. 

I look into his eyes. What's wrong with him?! And why is it so hot? It's a fucking foot massage! 

"Maybe, I should leave." Mom says. 

Oh God, she really can tell. 

"No, Aron's leaving." I say quickly, pulling my foot away. 

"What?" 

"Yes. He has an appointment to schedule." I give him a look. 

He rolls his eyes. 

"Right." He gets up. 

I walk him out. 

We're at the door and share a long glance. 

He looks at me tenderly. And I melt. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." Aron says in that low voice of his. 

I nod. "Yeah." 

Another long glance. God, I just wanna rip his clothes off again! 

Aron grabs my back and pulls me towards him. He kisses me so suddenly, it surprises me. 

I pull away a little in an effort to control myself. Our noses touch, his brown eyes meet mine. And my lips crash to his again.