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"See, he's not like Ted Bundy," I tell Aaron.
"Look," I walk over to Grey and pick up his hand, "look at his nice tattoos. Not the skulls or the bones but the other ones."
"Aren't they so nice?"
"Azalea, stop changing the subject," Aaron grips his forehead.
"Whoops."
"I just don't want to see you hurt anymore. I've seen it too much. I know I've said it before but now especially since you want to move in with him," he stresses.
"Aaron, we're taking it slow, I promise. Grey would never try anything on me because he knows I can knock him out with one punch and severely injure his clavicle too."
"Where's the clavicle?" I whisper up to Grey and he rubs his collarbone. I probably saw that on a show or something, I don't know.
I thought it has something to do with the pelvis but nevermind. Then I sort of thought it was a part of the ear.
"Azalea, I know that you're an adult and that you should be making decisions for yourself but, I'm really nervous about this one," he says honestly.
"You already kept this whole thing from me, what would stop you from not telling me if something goes wrong between the two of you?"
"I know. I'm really sorry," I tell him, "but now I promise I won't keep anything from you. I really promise."
He looks all over my face for any sign of hesitation.
I'll even text him when I'm on the toilet and not. He'll love it.
"Pinky promise me," he holds out his pinky. I connect it with mine and he pulls me into another hug.
"I love you, Azzy," he kisses the top of my head meanwhile, I grip onto Grey's hand, trying to use all my arm strength to pull him closer to us.
I pull away from Aaron and place Grey in front of me. Both of their eyes narrow at each other.
"I don't like you one bit," Aaron tells him honestly. Grey's thumb knuckle cracks.
"I don't like how you're more swole than me," Aaron's eyes narrow, "and I don't like that you're taller than me."
Does he realize he's kind of complimenting him?
"His eyelashes are really nice too," I chime in, a small smile on my face. I'm proud of myself for not saying how nice his butt is.
"But you seem to be making her happy," Aaron continues, mostly ignoring me.
Heck yeah looking at that gluteus Maximus of his all day can make anyone happy.
"And if that ever stops," he trails off, "Iwillbe hiring a hitman."
It's honestly such anamazingidea to threaten a fed, it's such a good idea, I don't even plan on telling Aaron that Grey's a fed.
"Why's your shirt off?" Aaron asks him. Grey looks over at me and then down at my hand. I only now notice that I'm holding his shirt. I must've just picked it up when he was trying on the yellow one.
"Why do youhavehis shirt?" Aaron tilts his head.
Don't say sex. It's simple. Just don't say sex.
"Se- because I was gonna hand it to him and then the doorbell rang," I explain really goodly.
"Right," he looks between the two of us suspiciously.
