Wouldn’t you like to know? she thought.
“That’s a wicked smile.” He put his arms around her. “Are you getting ideas now I’ve got you in my den of iniquity?”
Den.
She liked his choice of words. “And what ideas would I be getting?”
“Something like this.” His lips met hers, and his hand slid up to cup her left breast gently. She put her own hand over his and made him squeeze harder as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Why did he always have to be so damn polite?
He moaned.
That’s better, she thought.
Loosen up, boy.
“Dessert time!” Ashley’s voice echoed up the stairwell.
“Oh, man.” Aiden kissed her neck. “Better go, or she’ll come and get us.” His voice was husky. Vivian loved hearing him sound that way. “You go on down,” he said, releasing her. “I’ve got to do a couple of things.”
Yeah, like pour a glass of cold water down your shorts, she thought, and grinned. “See you soon,” she whispered, and slinked out in a way that she knew would keep him up there a few extra minutes.
After dessert, Vivian excused herself. “I need to use the bathroom,” she explained.
“Aiden, show Vivian the rest room in the basement, will you, so she doesn’t have to go traipsing upstairs again,” Mrs. Teague said.
To keep me away from his bedroom, you mean, Vivian thought. When Vivian had come downstairs, Mrs. Teague had stared at her as if Aiden had left handprints all over her dress.
Aiden took Vivian through a door into a workroom. Guns hung on the wall and a workbench was scattered with parts and tools.
“Dad’s hobby,” Aiden explained. “He collects and repairs antique guns.”
Vivian was fascinated. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to some equipment on the bench.
“He makes his own bullets for some of them,” Aiden said.
“Isn’t that hard?”
Aiden shook his head. “No. He taught me.”
Vivian was surprised. “I wouldn’t think you were into guns.”
“I’m not. That was a long time ago. He used to take me out hunting,” Aiden said. “You know, like a ‘real American’ father and son are supposed to do. I hated it. There should be more to being with your father than going out and killing something together.”
Vivian didn’t speak. She’d give anything to be able to go out and kill something with her father again. This made her feel sadly distant from Aiden. She took his hand from her waist. “I’ll meet you back outside,” she said.
“Oh, yeah. The bathroom. Over there.” He pointed to a door near the stairs.
Coming out of the bathroom, Vivian heard voices upstairs from the direction of the kitchen.
“She seems rather sophisticated for Aiden, don’t you think?” said Mrs. Teague.
“She does seem mature.” Vivian could hear the innuendo in Mr. Teague’s voice. It made her skin crawl.
“You watch yourself.” Mrs. Teague didn’t sound amused. “You’d better have a talk with that boy.”
Vivian heard the sound of a screen door closing.
Have a talk with him about what? she wondered. What had she done wrong? Why did Mrs. Teague not want a mate for her son?
The rest of the visit was ruined for Vivian.
“Your parents don’t like me,” she said on the way home.
“That’s a good sign,” Aiden said. “They don’t like any of the people I care for.”
But it wasn’t only his parents.
Vivian took a deep breath. “People weren’t friendly at school, either,” she said. “Is there something wrong with me?”
“God, no!”
Aiden didn’t say anything else for a while, but just when she thought he had nothing to add to the topic, he spoke. “You’re, like, so beautiful and cool and sure of yourself, I think the kids at school were frightened of you.”
“Frightened of me?” Vivian laughed with surprise. These people didn’t have enough sense to know what to be frightened of. She could show them frightening.
“Well, you know,” Aiden continued. “Afraid that maybe you wouldn’t tolerate lesser mortals, so why bother.”
They pulled up in front of her house. “So, are you afraid of me?” she asked, trying to keep the amusement from her voice.
“Terrified,” he said as he reached for her.
Vivian stopped him with a gentle touch. “Why weren’t you like the others? Why didn’t you freeze me out when I talked to you the first time?”
He studied her while he thought. “Well, apart from the fact that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, curiosity, I suppose.”
“Curiosity?”
He looked down into his lap as if shy of telling her. “Until you drew that pentagram in my palm, then I knew we could be friends. That you might be…” He bit his lip and flung his head back, eyes closed. “Oh, man. This sounds dumb.”
He was so endearing. She leaned over and touched the tip of her tongue to his cheek. “What does?”
“That you could be my soul mate.” He said it fast, looking everywhere but at her. “That I could bare everything to you and you would understand.”
Vivian was stunned. He was exposing his belly to her. A rush of warmth filled her. “Sweet puppy,” she said. “Bare everything and you would certainly have my undivided attention.” Her tongue touched his ear.
“You’re making fun,” he said, his anxious eyes finally meeting hers.
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