Oh god, he was fucked.

Things were fine, right? Everyone had been invited to Rossi's place for a party after a hard and strenuous case. Drinks were flowing, as were jokes and smiles, and it was a great time. You were there too. Rossi's daughter. You were nice, pretty, a similar humour to your dad, the same driven personality and determined nature. Everything was fine until he started seeing you in a certain way.

You weren't even dressed up, since Rossi had sprung the party up on you, so you were just in some pajamas to keep you cool in the summer heat, however, Aaron couldn't help himself. His eyes roam your figure at every chance you get. He'd try to blame it on the alcohol but he knew he'd been thinking it from the moment he saw you come downstairs.

Thank god for him, he was subtle. Or at least, he was to everyone but you. It was like you knew he was attracted to you, and that terrified him. What if you told Rossi that his close friend was in love with his daughter? He'd be ruined, even if it was true.

He's a little scared when he sees you in the kitchen, his dark eyes widening for a moment at the smirk playing on your lips. Swallowing thickly, he realises that you're very much not as innocent as he'd thought. You may have been a daughter but you certainly were a woman. "I'm not interrupting you, am I?" His voice is low, smooth, as per usual, trying to hide how pent up he is.

Yeah, he definitely was fucked.