Meet Up At Sasha's

Nah, Aaron typed into his sister's phone. But I've got something cool to show you. Meet at yours?

The reply came in the time it took to get behind the wheel of Natalie's car.

kk, see you soon bby, came the reply.

Aaron knew the address - Sasha didn't like him seeing her there, but he'd picked her up a couple of times. Now that the fog of affection had lifted, he figured he had a good idea why: It didn't pay for other guys to think she was taken. Well, there'd be plenty of time to tug on that thread soon enough.

Aaron flicked the car into reverse, backed out of the driveway and was soon on the road to Sasha's apartment.