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She leaned forward. Elena caressed the man's symmetrical face, tracing each perfectly sculpted detail with her fingers. Her nails lightly scratched her skin.

The man found himself trapped in that moment, in that feeling, in those blue eyes.

"I need you in a red bikini"

"I like you drunk. At least we're more than friends when alcohol runs through your veins."

"Don't exaggerate. I will remember this conversation" Aaron smirked.

The truth was that neither of them knew for sure if that moment would still make sense in the morning. Elena was afraid that the sun would kill the magic that the night carried. Because every other time, Aaron seemed to regret giving in, of doing more than he was used to doing.

"I doubt it"

"You bet, princess. We're going to Malibu next weekend. Buy a red bikini, no ribbons."

Aaron had many properties. Some were his father's and passed into his name when he took over leadership of the Enterprise Granger. But there was one house, in particular, that he did