The Boyfriend Blog
Not new, but something you should consider if you like kink. –Christy
Good to know. –Liz
I’m replying to the final comment when there’s a knock on my door. I set my laptop to the side and move to look through the peephole.
Damn.
It’s Aiden, looking a little tired and a lot impatient. I remain still in indecision until he arches a brow at the wood.
I fling the door open and cross my arms, the universal sign for a pissed off woman, BEWARE. “Did you come here to collect my laundry?”
“No, I came to talk to you.” Aiden offers me a smile. I return it with a glare, and he sighs. “I brought you a peace offering,” he says, holding out a carton of my favorite ice cream.
“I’m not hungry. I had apple pie at the end of my date.” He doesn’t need to know that while I was eating the pie, my date was in the back room planning a wedding with his ex-wife.
“Apple pie sounds good.”
“Delicious.”
“Can I come in?”
“Nope.”
“Is your date here?” He tries to look around me, but I lean over, blocking his view.
“That’s none of your business.”
Aiden’s jaw twitches, but he stands tall and looks at me. “I’m sorry about what I said to you earlier. It was mean and insensitive, and I don’t know why I said it.” He pauses. “That’s a lie, I do know why, but now isn’t the time to discuss it, you’re not ready. So, I’ll apologize again. I’m sorry.”
It’s impossible to stay mad at him when he gives me those big puppy dog eyes. “You really hurt my feelings.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Does the reason you said it have anything to do with you thinking you could be Mr. Right?”
“I don’t think, I know. And it does.”
“You’re right, I’m not ready to talk about it. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to talk about it.”
“You will, and I’ll wait.”
I blow out a breath and open the door so he can come in. “You might be waiting for a long damn time.”
“I’m a patient man.” Aiden walks into my apartment and nods toward my laptop. “What’re you working on?”
Shit. I dart across the small room and slap my laptop shut before he has a chance to look at my screen. “Nothing.”
He lifts a brow, clearly not buying my blatant lie. “Please don’t tell me it’s another dating app. I wish you’d just—”
I poke him in the chest. “Don’t you dare say that I should give them up and go out with you.”
“Fine.” He holds up his hands. “But at least I know you’re thinking it.”
“I’m not thinking it.”
Aiden sinks to the couch and pulls me down beside him. Our legs are pressed together. The heat from his body radiates to mine, and his thigh is so hard. When did his thigh get so hard? Has he been working out?
“Lizzie?”