The girl walks over to a door in the hallways and slowly opens it.
" How are you doing, Aaron?" A guy with a u-shaped scar near his right eye turned and smiled.
" Doing just as fine as the day I was killed." They both laughed.
Aaron pulled the girl by her waist and slowly started tracing her jawline with his fingers. "It's been so long since you have been so close to me Lyla." Their eyes were fixated on each other. Not moving once. As the moment slowly dragged by, their breath got in sync. He bit his lips as he moved his face closer to hers.
Suddenly, Lyla pulled away. She quickly walked over to the door and locked it. Without wasting a moment, she pulled out her laptop. Her body was tensed up, forgetting everything that happened just seconds ago. Aaron's face was covered in disappointment, not shocked. Almost like he was used to this. He fixed his hair and sat next to her.
" What are you planning to do?"
" I honestly don't know. That old son of a whore has really been testing me. Damn if he ever did something by himself. Who does he think I am? I always have to fucking clean his mess."
He kissed her neck and hugged her tightly. She laid her head on his chest as she closed her eyes. They both stayed in silence enjoying each other's presence. She looked up at him. His jawline shaped his face perfectly. His deep green eyes twinkled brighter than stars. Everything about his was perfect. He made her feel like she belonged, which she never had really felt before in her life.
Unconsciously, she started playing with his scar. She swiftly got on his lap and pulled him in a kiss. Her hands with traveling over every inch of his body as their tongues fought for dominance. As their kiss depended, she started unbuttoning his shirt. She was almost pulled his shirt off when her phone rang loudly, ruining the whole mood.
She looked over her phone, and it was the old man again.
" Instead of wasting your time resting. Clean this mess up fast or else it is not going to be good for you." He ended the call.
She looked at Aaron. His eyebrows were tensed. He was waiting for an answer. She did want to tell him. But choose not to.
" I am sorry, but I have to go, Aaron." She picked up her things and, without saying another word, kissed him on his forehead and left.