Chapter 5
5
“ H igh Fivers!” the server’s voice crackles through the microphone, cutting through the chatter of the bar. “Our God of love, our mixer of drinks, tonight’s Cupid, and everyone’s favorite—Aaron—is ready for some pics.”
“God,” I scoff, rolling my eyes at the girls. But even as I say it, my eyes linger on Aaron, and ... well, maybe it’s not that much of an exaggeration. The more I stare at him, the more that statement feels a little too accurate.
Rachel chuckles, her grin downright mischievous. “It’s only fair that I buy you a photo with Aaron.”
“No!” I playfully swat her arm. “No. I don’t need a photo with Aaron.”
“Oh, come on!” Emily protests.
I raise an eyebrow, smirking. “Should I sit on his lap so we can have matching pics?” I tease.
Emily just sticks her tongue out at me. “You’re the creative one. Come up with something good.”
“Consider it done!”
I scamper over to the photobooth with an extra sway in my step since my secret admirer might be watching.
“Alright, Cherub,” I say, standing in front of Aaron. “You strong enough to hold me like I’m a little basket of flowers you’re delivering to someone? Let’s get my secret admirer riled up.”