Losing the little football game felt like a kick in your ass, oh, but you had enjoyed the sight of Aaron shirtless to the fullest. You even wondered how he could be so physically perfect, even with that robot personality he had.

You moved your hips to the sound of spanish music with the closest thing to sensuality, but you stumbled a little, laughing. Even behind your back, you felt his eyes on your back, bare from your dress. He was seeing you. All you. Something like hunger and fascination lit up in that blue gaze of his, ignoring the chatter of the men next to him. He seemed more focused on you and that little dress.

When the song ended, you were trapped by his arms on your hips, your legs were weak from playing soccer and dancing, but you found yourself so awake for him. He squeezed your waist gently, handing you a bottle of water that he took from the bar counter.

"Don't fall asleep, darling, please," he whispered in your ear, brushing his full lips against your ear on purpose. Then his lips went to your cheek, brushing it gently. “Drink this,” he opened the water bottle for you, bringing his lips to your jaw, barely grazing it.

His hands squeezed your waist tighter, and without warning, he grabbed you by it, hoisting you onto the bar. His torso was tucked between your open legs.

"Don't fall asleep, okay?" he asked in a soft voice, caressing your bare back. "Please?" seeing that you opened your eyes suddenly, his heart-stopping smile appeared, seeming pleased. "That's it. Good girl," he whispered.