The Best Friend's Contract
'' He continues to speak, leaving me to stare at him; not believing that the man in front of me was and is my best friend, the one who I've never guessed as someone romantic.
''I threw it away . . . how did you—''
He cuts me off by pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket, leaving me to stare at the ten-year-old paper. My fingers run across the paper, eyeing my teenage and quirky handwriting before looking back at him, ''You're very unpredictable, Aidan Gabriel Ashton.'' I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
''Only when I'm with you,'' He chuckles.