“You know I don’t remember that.”
“Then maybe I don’t remember either.” The closed-off tone means that he’s done opening up.
I remain quiet despite the frustration rising inside me.
My eyes get lost in his arms surrounding me and his arrow tattoos covering the scar.
“Tell me something,” I murmur.
“Tell you what?”
“You went down on me. That counts as oral sex and you have to tell me something in return.”
The silence stretches for longer than comfortable.
I slowly turn around and find him peering down at me with narrowed eyes.
“That doesn’t count, sweetheart. It’s a continuation of last night.”
“Nope, Aiden. You’re not manipulating me on this. New day, new story.”
“Hmm. Still doesn’t count. You asked me not to stop. Demanded it even.”
“My reaction doesn’t matter. Our deal does.”
He watches me with that cold calculative streak and I know he’ll manipulate himself out of it like usual.
I place a hand against his mouth before he can speak. “Don’t even think about it. That deal means a lot to me. If you don’t keep it, I won’t keep any of your rules.”
He wraps a hand around my throat. “Careful, sweetheart. You know I don’t like being threatened.”
“Then keep your word,” I’m glad my voice comes unnegotiable.
He lets his hand flop in the water. “Only this time.”
I bite my lip against a grin. I got him in one of his games. That makes me so proud.
“Turn around,” he tells me.
I noticed this the other time and it solidified yesterday. Aiden doesn’t face me whenever he tells me these stories.
Yesterday, he said that he doesn’t want to look at my face because he’s pissed off. Is that what he feels whenever he tells me these tidbits?
Angry?
I face ahead, but I let my hand fall under the water. I wrap it around his hand that’s holding me to him by the stomach.
“Those two friends always had women at their disposal, but they got bored of easy women. So they had a bet to marry a mentally unstable woman and make her fall in love with them.”
“That’s an odd bet. Did it work?”
“It did. Until they got bored and moved on to their next bet.”
“And what was it?”
“That, sweetheart, is for another day.”
“Ugh. Aiden.” I face him. “You can’t keep throwing me crumbs like this.”