Chapter 34. Unknown

Joan POV

He just continued eating his food like I hadn't said anything important. Thinking about it now, I was convinced Aaron had OCD.

Rhoda had once mentioned Aaron had problems sleeping, and I wondered how he coped. Was he really okay? Did he just push through the exhaustion, or was there something deeper he didn’t want to talk about?

My heart tugged on its strings, and I dropped my fork, placing my hands on the island.

“Aaron?” I called, and he glanced up at me. I shifted in the stool, feeling quite uncomfortable because of what I asked.

I know we weren't the best of friends, hell, Aaron and I could never be best friends. We were just fuck buddies, but still I wanted to know.

“Yeah, I do have a minor OCD. But it's nothing,” he said casually, and I swallowed, unsure how to respond. Wow.

That explained his constant need for control, his insistence that everything and everyone stay in order. Including Rhoda and I