Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 840

Lana had hung up on purpose Keira could tell She was probably worried Keira would keep talling and make things awkward between her and Aaron.

Aaron walked in, a glass of milk in his hand. His frame cast a long shadow as he moved, every detail of him so impeccably proportioned that even his shadow looked like it belonged to someone out of a painting.

Lena straightened immediately, setting down her phone and greeting him in her most polite tone, "Uncle Aaron,"

"Drink this," Aaron said, offering her the milk.

His long fingers wrapped around the glass with ease, the cuffs of his shirt rolled up just enough to show his toned forearms. Veins traced faint patterns along his skin.

Her mind flashed to the moment he'd saved her from Wayne.

When the hideout had been surrounded, Wayne had tried to use her as a human shield. But Hayden had acted fast, shoving Lena out of Wayne's grasp. She had been seconds from hitting the ground when Aaron appeared out of nowhere, catching her like some action hero dropping from the sky.

In that instant, she felt a sense of security unlike anything she'd ever known, like nothing could touch her while she was in his arms.

"Something wrong?" Aaron raised an eyebrow when Lena didn't take the glass. He moved it a little closer to her.

She snapped back to reality, quickly grabbing the milk. Her fingers brushed his, and a small, inexplicable jolt shot through her. "Thanks."

Aaron glanced at her phone on the table. "It's late in Kehlmark. Whatever you're dealing with, it can wait until tomorrow. Drink this and get some rest."

Lena sounded

to leave. But before he reached the stairs, Lena called

days," he said, pausing briefly. "Why? In a rush

quickly, finding an excuse. "I've been away from the hospital too long. It's not

it," he said

the

drifted-completely on their own, tailored pants hugged

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herself for the thought. 'Get

glance back at her. Startled,

the plush blanket draped over her lap. She quickly set the glass down, grabbing a tissue to

Here, she was just Lena-clumsy, a little stubborn,

wanting to

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replying: [Go to sleep. If Hayden's there and you still have energy to text me, maybe he's the one

her response, phone in hand. When her reply came through, Hayden- lying next to me-glanced over,

to him, and typed a quick reply: [Don't

came quickly:

sent her a dramatic "yeah, sure" meme. She shot