He didn't say anything for a few seconds, then he said, "No, I would have to say it probably isn't."
"Why not?" she challenged.
"We've already been over this," he stated.
"But your reasons don't even make sense," she said, although she wondered how much she would delve into the topic before turning back if he persisted.
"They do to me."
"You're using the Matt excuse though. That is within my control. I don't have to listen to any stupid idea he tries to put in my head."
Aaron simply shook his head, not offering any verbal dispute, but not giving in if the set of his jaw was any kind of indication.
Seeing that she wasn't going to get any response beyond that, Julie sighed.
"You need to learn to be comfortable on your own," he said after a few seconds passed.
Startled, she looked at him with slightly wide eyes. "What?"
"You're obviously lonely, that's what I'm gathering from the fact that you would rather me be drunk even though it would be a bad idea. Just because you're used to—”
"I am not lonely. I have spent more time alone in my life than I have with someone, and half the time I spent with someone I would have preferred to be alone. It has absolutely nothing to do with loneliness."
"Then what is it?" he asked as if he didn't believe a single syllable she had uttered.
Julie hesitated, not wanting to come out with a truth that she didn't even understand.
But then he smirked and said, "See, you know I'm right."
Ugh, he was such an infuriating male sometimes!
"No, you're not," she said, slightly annoyed.
"Then why can't you come up with a reason? You know I'm right but you don't want to admit it."
"No, that's not it," she grumbled.
"Then what is it?" he challenged, still smug and disbelieving.
God, he could be a frustrating man.
"Nothing, just never mind," she muttered.
His smile widened, and he said, "You can't admit when you're wrong, huh?"
He was so wrong about her that she could hardly stand it, but she managed to keep her mouth shut—barely.
"I admit when I'm wrong when I'm actually wrong, but not when someone else is wrong just to appease them."
Aaron merely shook his head, that dumb smile still on his face. "Whatever you say, Julie."
"I'm not wrong. I'm not lonely," she argued. As much as she wanted to just keep her mouth shut and not keep talking about it, that was not in her nature. He was wrong, and she wanted him to know it.
"Then why do you want me to get drunk? When I'm drunk, I tend to find myself all over you."
"Yeah," she muttered.
"And the only reason you don't mind that is because you don't have anyone else," he said, fully confident in his completely inaccurate logic.