Nova
“I’m sorry.”
I looked up from the armchair I was curled up in with a massive tome on my lap from the Hidden History Encyclopedia series. The series took up an entire bookshelf.
Aaron was perched in the armchair across from me in his black t-shirt and jeans, leaning back to hang his elbow over the back of the chair like he had done at the library. His ankle was crossed over his knee, and he was balancing a book in the crook of his legs.
In the past two hours, he had prepared me finger sandwiches and tea, the remnants of which sat on a silver tray on the low table between us. He had also built a fire, which I enjoyed watching him do, the squatting position magnificently displaying his ass and the stretch of his arms as he deposited each chunk of wood showing off the ripple of his bi
