Pulling his mouth away, Aaron opens his eyes, frowning. “You’re tensing up.” My lips twitch. His right index finger traces my bottom lip, causing goose bumps to erupt all over my body. “Relax. It’s just me.” He’s right. He’s just him. Aaron. The man who danced with me even when I must’ve looked like an awkward worm, and who played in the snow with me and my dogs, and who let me look through childhood pictures of him with his mother and sister because he knew it made me smile. He’s the best of them all.
