Page 100 of Spin The Bottle
I tilt my head at the watery rice in the pot. “I’m trying to recreate that risotto we had at the restaurant.”
He chuckles against my skin, kissing my neck. “That was so good. We should go back there sometime.”
I shake my head, turning back to face him. “No way, it’s too expensive.” I still remember nearly choking on my water when the bill came. I’m not letting him spend that kind of money on me again.
He lifts his head, gripping my chin. “I already told you to quit worrying about money. I will stop at nothing for you to have everything you could want.”
Every day I fall more and more in love with this man. “But what about your brothers?”
He sighs, unwrapping his arms from around me. “They haven’t called in ages, Leila. I sent them all I had and I’m not sending them anymore any time soon.” He runs his hand down his face. “You have nothing to worry about.”
I can’t help it. Aiden takes care of everyone, works his ass off to then not get anything in return. No one’s looking out for him. I have to.
His gaze drops to my legs, a cocky grin on his lips. “I never thought pajamas could be so sexy.” When he looks back at me, there’s hunger in his eyes. “You’re way too pretty for my head not to be between your legs.”
I let out a laugh, turning back around to mix the rice. I grab a spoon, picking some up. Damn, that’s good. I pick up some more, holding out the spoon to him. “You want some?”
He smiles, stepping closer. “Yeah baby.” He approaches me, trapping me with both of his arms against the counter. “I’ll have anything you give me.”
I raise my brow. “What if it’s poison?”
He sighs, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. “It’ll be the best way to die.”
My cheeks heat. Who knew Aiden Pierce was such a romantic? His lips close around the spoon, swallowing down the risotto, and when his eyes widen, I know he liked it and that he finally believes I know how to cook.
“Good?” I ask him, my lips tipped in amusement.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips. “So good,” he murmurs. “I was wrong.”
“As usual.”
He shakes his head, laughing. “Not about everything. I was right about this.”
“About what?”
“That we’re good together.”
Yeah. He’s right about that. I was so guarded, not wanting him to break my heart that I nearly shut him out and turned away from all of this. I’m so glad I went to that game.
In a matter of seconds, something washes over Aiden and he steps back from me, his smile wiped clean off his face and turns around, burying his head in his hands.
I frown, watching as he groans. He’s been acting weird all week. Especially at the café when he stood up abruptly and walked off without talking to me.
My hands run over his arms, his muscles hard beneath my palms. “Are you okay?” I ask. He almost breaks out of whatever he was thinking, turning around and letting out a breath.
“Yeah,” he says, giving me a smile. “I’m good.” It’s not the usual, easy smile he has though. Something’s wrong. I don’t know what, but I know something is.
When the timer goes off, I turn around, turning off the pot and plating up the risotto. Aiden’s right behind me, grabbing the plates before I can and places them on the table. We both sit down, digging into the food and when I look up, he’s staring at me, intensely, scanning my features.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask him, my face heating under his gaze.
The corner of his lips lifts a little, dropping back down a second later. “I’m ingraining this in my memory.”
I look down at my plate, my smile growing by the second. But when my phone buzzes and I see the name on the screen I freeze, turning it over before Aiden can see and pick up another bite of risotto.
“Who was that?”
Shit. “Just Rosie.” I shove a fork full of food in my mouth, not daring to glance up at him.
