The Best Friend's Contract
'' I furrow my eyebrows as I eye him putting the remaining boxes in his car's trunk after putting the rest in mine.
Aidan's brown eyes are staring directly at me, ''You're sweating. Do you want to change? You should go inside if you're feeling uncomfortable,'' He continues to speak while I scoff, pulling onto the hair tie around my wrist—with him eyeing my every movement.
''Let me,'' He interrupts me before grabbing the hair tie away from my grasps. He starts to turn me around, lifting my hair up and away from my face . . . slowly running his fingers on my neck, trying to take all of my hair. Then, he is already tying my hair into a ponytail.