“Why are you wearing my boxers?” he asks, eyes half-lidded and gaze thick with desire. He licks his lips. “Because it turns me on like nothing else. You, wearing my smell all over you. Like you’re mine and mine alone.” “I was, once,” I say, and Aaron smiles. It isn’t a very pretty smile. “No, never,” he replies, shaking his head. “You were never just mine.”
