Chapter 25. By Midnight

Joan POV

Aaron stared at me skeptically, like I had given an answer he wasn't expecting. Maybe I hadn’t.
The light from the half-closed blinds cut across his face in sharp lines, accentuating the faint stubble on his jaw and the faint scar that curved just above his brow. There was always something about him that made me feel like I was standing in front of a storm—dangerous, magnetic, and impossible to ignore.

“Yes?” he asked, his dark eyes lighting up a little, the hint of a challenge flickering there. His voice was steady, but the tone carried something else—curiosity, maybe, or suspicion. I forced my gaze to my fingers, pretending they were the most fascinating thing in the room, anything to stop myself from ogling his thighs or the erection still making a very obvious tent in his pants.

The man was insatiable. And that comment I made about his dick not being memorabl