Chapter 135

TESSA

Aaron ends up driving me home. Once I get out, heels dangling from my fingers, barefoot on the pavement and feeling zero shame about it, I glance back to see him still in the driver’s seat. Not moving. Not even pretending to. I raise a brow.

“What are you waiting for? A divine intervention?”

He blinks at me like he’s stuck buffering. Hands loose on the steering wheel, but his shoulders stiff like he doesn’t know what the next step is. I sigh, dramatic enough to jolt him out of whatever trance he’s in.

“I promise, I’m not stealing your innocence or something. You can just come get something to drink. Or we can hang out for a bit.”

Like wildfire, his whole face turns crimson. It rushes up his neck, settles under those sharp green eyes of his, and he looks away fast, like he doesn’t trust himself to look straight at me. It’s so unexpectedly endearing, my chest actually flutters. I realize it’s only the second time I’ve seen him like this—bashful, flu