Chapter 144 – Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)

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I hesitated before lifting my arms to gently stroke Aaron’s back, giving him a few comforting pats. “Honey, I won’t leave you. But… What’s wrong with you? You’re worrying me.”

“Low blood sugar.” His voice was m*ffled in my ear, and his hands were getting tighter and tighter around my waist, almost so tight

Dividing into pages now that I couldn’t breathe.

Did Aaron have diabetes? I was a little confused, but before I could ask any questions, Aaron said, “Olive, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

His voice was measured and tense, like it was taking him a lot of effort to stay calm. I pulled back from his arms and looked up at that handsome face.

Some of his hair was falling across his forehead, damp with sweat. His entire face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were drained of color. There was an unsettling sense of brokenness in his demeanor, striking a sharp contrast to the bright-eyed, tireless Aaron of last night.

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the lips. “I wanted to surprise you.”

I backed away and lifted my skirt to show him a tattoo on my ankle. It was a delicately traced series of numbers.

The string of numbers seemed random, but it was actually his name, encrypted with the date when Aaron and I met. I’d had the idea for this tattoo back on the day when I saw the tattoo store while shopping with Aaron.

When Aaron told me about his insecurity last night, I made up my mind to get this tattoo. After he made himself vulnerable by telling me how he felt, I really wanted to do something to reassure him. I wanted him to know that our relationship wasn’t just a temporary fling, and that I truly loved and cherished him more than anyone else.

Aaron looked down at the numerical tattoo, unblinking, as if time had frozen around us. Gradually, the light returned to his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly, and his breathing caught as his eyes slowly crept back up to my face.

Seeing Aaron’s reaction, I only felt more confident that I’d made the right decision.

After a long time, he crouched beside me, lifting my ankle and placing my foot on his knee to inspect. He looked at the tattoo for a long time, like it was a piece of rare art or gold jewelry.

He was looking at my ankle so intently that I was a little embarrassed, and I started to pull my foot away.

But Aaron held my calf lightly in place, and when he spoke, his voice was even more h*arse and ragged than before. “Baby, I still want to look.”

He stretched out his hand and carefully pressed his cool fingertips to the red, swollen line of numbers. “Does it hurt?”

It was still a little sore, but the love in Aaron’s voice was more than worth the temporary pain. I shook my head. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

What Aaron said to me last night made me realize that he might be more insecure in our relationship than I was. I didn’t want him to have any doubts, I just wanted him to be happy.

His hand tightened around my calf, and he raised his head, his eyes glistening with emotion as he looked up at me. “Olive, you really are a gift from heaven.”

I was a little overwhelmed by the heat in his gaze, and I had to look away. But I wanted him to know how I felt, so I wet my lips and said softly, “Aaron, this is my first tattoo. I hope you know how much it means to me.”

At that, Aaron’s breathing hitched. His lips crept up into a smile, and then he knelt on one knee in front of me, cupped my ankle with his right hand, and lowered his head to kiss the tattoo on my ankle.

His lips were as cold as ice, and I twitched subconsciously at the sensation on the still-tender patch of skin.

“Don’t move.” He gently clasped my foot in both hands. “You don’t know how much this tattoo means to me, Olive.”

I blushed, feeling a little shy at his tenderness. “Aaron…”

Just then, I heard Cinder’s exaggerated gasp from behind me. “Oh my g*d, is this a proposal?”

Cinder’s reaction made me realize this gesture was overly intimate. Although Aaron and I were in a relationship, ankle kissing was a bit much.

I coughed, hurriedly pushed Aaron away, straightened my clothes, and took a step back.

Aaron also quickly disguised the adoring expression on his face. He stood up calmly, brushed off his pants, and said to Cinder, “I’m always ready to propose.”

After saying that, Aaron turned his head to look at me. Those deep blue eyes were overflowing with passion and love.

Aaron’s expression caught me off guard, and I blushed and looked away. I knew he was joking about proposing, but I still felt a little embarrassed.

Cinder raised her eyebrows in surprise. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe with a smirk, saying in a teasing voice, “Do you always keep a ring in your pocket?”

“You want to see it?” Aaron’s hands fumbled in his pockets for a moment.

As unlikely as it seemed, I was afraid that Aaron might actually pull out a ring and propose to me in front of Cinder on the spot. I couldn’t let the conversation continue, so I jumped to my feet to try to smooth things over.

Cinder twirled a strand of hair around her finger casually.

Aaron’s brow furrowed slightly. “Do the three of you have some kind of secret society?”

“I was the one who asked Eliott to drive us,” I explained. My heart was still pounding from the way Aaron had looked at me just now, and I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him on the lips.

He curled an arm possessively around my waist as he kissed me, then said “Why didn’t you ask me?”

There was more than a little bitterness in his voice. Last night, Aaron told me how jealous he felt, and I wanted to cut those feelings off at the pass.

I leaned up against him seductively. “Because I wanted to surprise you.”

At that, Aaron’s demeanor immediately softened. His hand tightened on the small of my back, and his gaze was practically dripping with tenderness.

“Hello, there’s another person here!” Cinder called from the entryway. Despite her complaint, she looked amused as she watched us embrace.

Aaron frowned when he remembered Cinder’s presence. He let go of me, hallway outside like a true gentleman.

But before Cinder could say a word, Aaron grabbed her it with a click.

We listened to Cinder’s m*ffled, indignant her footsteps as she stomped angrily downstairs.

I stood by and watched the scene play out, laughing to myself.

When Cinder was gone, Aaron strode toward me.

He lowered his head and kissed my lips, his hands creeping up beneath the hem of my sweater. Just as his hands started to skim over my bare skin, I grabbed them, stopping Aaron before he could distract me any further.

From this angle, I could see the shattered glass on the floor in front of the dresser. I frowned and looked up at him hesitantly. “Aaron…Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Don’t worry.” He picked me up effortlessly and placed me on the soft bed, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. “I’m fine, as long as you’re here with me.”

I inspected him carefully. He seemed much calmer now, so much so that his earlier outburst seemed almost like a dream.

“I’m sorry to scare you, baby.” Aaron kissed the corners of my lips. “Wait just a minute, I’ll clean it up.”

He got up, collected everything from the ground and threw it into the trash can, and opened the curtains to let the sunlight pour into our bedroom. After everything was done, he came back over to me and tried to lift my skirt again.

Knowing what he wanted to do, I was a little helpless. “Didn’t you see enough of me earlier?”

“I’ll never get tired of you, Olive.” He grabbed my ankle and lifted it into his lap, staring at my tattoo again. “G*d, this tattoo is killing me. I could look at it for the rest of my life.”

His fingers gently stroked the string of numbers, his eyes almost glowing with affection. I watched as his face lit up with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Had I really made him that happy?

Suddenly, he raised his head and turned to me with a serious expression. “Hey, maybe I should get a tattoo just like this.”

I was a little confused by the question. Aaron wanted the same tattoo as me?

Without waiting for me to respond, Aaron continued, “What would be the best place to get a tattoo? If I could, I would love to have your name tattooed over my heart. I want every beat of my heart to be dedicated to you, Olive.”

It was impossible to resist Aaron’s charm, and no matter how many sappy declarations of love he came up with, I still drowned in his honeyed words every time.

I stood up, clasped his hand tightly in mine, and pushed him down on the bed. “Aaron, I feel the same. I feel like my heart is beating only for you.”

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