Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 149. Strawberries from your mouth are sweeter, babe

When I pushed open the kitchen door, I caught sight of Aaron’ s sturdy, well-muscled back. I instinctively stepped forward and snaked my arms around his waist from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder.

Aaron shifted slightly on his feet, caught off guard by the Thug, and said, “Olive?”

“Yep, it’s me,” I said cheerfully, and to my satisfaction, I could feel Aaron’s posture relax as soon as he heard my voice.

“What are you doing?” I peered over his shoulder, craning my neck to see a kitchen sink full of fresh produce.

“Making you breakfast. I figured you’d be hungry after your shower.” Aaron turned his back on me and continued to scrub the vegetables in his hands, his voice full of warmth and affection.

“What are you going to make?” I was intrigued by the idea of Aaron cooking for me; it was something I’d never seen him do before, so this must be a special occasion.

“What do you want to eat, baby?” Aaron asked as he washed the ingredients in the sink.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally suggested the only things I could think of. “Why don’t we have fruit and vegetable salad, fried eggs, and milk?”

“No problem, I can make that for you.” Aaron smiled and took out a few eggs from a carton on the kitchen counter.

“Do you want any help?” I offered, stepping up to the counter beside him.

“You can help me chop these vegetables,” Aaron said and handed me a bowl full of washed produce.

I accepted it, then found a

out a few ripe, bright-red strawberries and carefully cut several of them into

all like little hearts?” I picked up a piece and turned around to show it to Aaron, but as I turned, I bumped straight into

eat it.” Aaron leaned down and, with a mischievous grin, closed his lips

away, my fingertips burning as if I’d

said. My heart instantly started racing, and

really sweet.” I nodded in

with

tilted my chin up, then lowered

the strawberry mingled with the sensation of Aaron’s warm

tongue to crush the strawberry between

and after the flesh was thoroughly crushed, he

I complained, pushing

on a thoughtful face, as if pondering the taste of the strawberry, and after a moment he reached a conclusion. “Sure enough, I was right. The strawberry in

fruit. As soon as I cut

little annoyed. I waved my finger in his face like a teacher scolding

would taste better if we always ate like this?” Aaron said playfully, snapping at my finger

me! Try that again and see what happens, you jerk!” I drew back a hand, pretending I was going to hit him. But instead, Aaron darted away and I

when I was about to catch him, Aaron suddenly spun around and grabbed me

gleam in his eyes and said, “Baby, I

clenched my fists and hammered against Aaron’s chest, making a heroic effort to escape his strong arms. “Let