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.

then found a cutting board and knife

and carefully

like little hearts?” I picked up a piece and turned around to show it to Aaron, but

closed his lips over the

pulled my fingers away, my fingertips burning as if I’d just touched

said. My heart instantly started racing,

nodded in agreement,

and looked at me with a hint of a smile

chin up, then lowered his head and kissed me.

sweet, juicy taste of the strawberry mingled with the

the strawberry between

Aaron, and after the flesh was thoroughly crushed, he rolled it away with his tongue and

busy cutting fruit, don’t bother me,” I complained, pushing Aaron

at all. He put on a thoughtful face, as if pondering the taste of the strawberry, and after a moment

but Aaron kept messing with me as I continued slicing fruit. As soon as I cut a slice, Aaron would put it in my

a little annoyed. I waved

always ate like this?” Aaron said playfully, snapping at my finger with his

what happens, you jerk!” I drew back a hand, pretending I was going to hit him. But instead, Aaron

to catch him, Aaron suddenly

me with a gleam in

chest, making a heroic effort to escape