The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 34

What was that? Was that a sincere compliment? Was he only trying to make me feel better about myself than sobbing at night?

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before turning to see him crouching to check the box, wanting to make sure it's tightly sealed. My eyes wander up to his arms, seeing them flex as his veins are pretty much visible . . . making me shake my head, pulling myself back into reality.

''By the way, are you hot?'' He asks, confusing me.

''Huh?'' I furrow my eyebrows as I eye him putting the remaining boxes in his car's trunk after putting the rest in mine.

Aidan's brown eyes are staring directly at me, ''You're sweating. Do you want to change? You should go inside if you're feeling uncomfortable,'' He continues to speak while I scoff, pulling onto the hair tie around my wrist—with him eyeing my every movement.

''Let me,'' He interrupts me before grabbing the hair tie away from my grasps. He starts to turn me around, lifting my hair up and away from my face . . . slowly running his fingers on my neck, trying to take all of my hair. Then, he is already tying my hair into a ponytail.

Without me expecting, he appears in front of me to take a better look at my hair and my face as he tucks a strand of baby hair at the back of my ear before smiling to himself. There's just something about that smile and it's somehow making me try to find gravity.

''Can we go already? We spent hours packing,'' Dimitri's voice has somehow awaken me from my sudden trance as he takes a few steps towards us, looking at both Aidan and I.

''Right, let's go. Dimitri, where's your car?'' Aidan asks.

''I took a cab here so I can third-wheel when we get to your house. Besides, I'd like to know what's for dinner.'' He replies with a smirk on his face.

''Great, you can drive Kenna's car. Just follow behind me,'' Aidan hands him my car keys which causes him to roll his eyes but head straight towards my car without muttering a single word, leaving Aidan and I standing behind his Range Rover Evoque.

Both Aidan and I are already entering inside his car after checking one last time in my apartment before locking the door. My eyes wander to Aidan who is currently having his left hand on the steering wheel while the other on his lap, holding onto his phone—leaving me to look away, out the window.

Own It by Drake goes up on his Spotify which is connected to his car as I lean my body in the passenger's seat, not really knowing what has overcame me ever since he started to tie my hair because all of a sudden, I am running out of words to say.

''Can I change the song?'' I ask, my hand reaching out.

He glances towards my direction before making a left turn. ''You don't need to ask for my permission but yeah . . . go ahead,'' He replies with a small smile plastered on his face.

''Maybe I should just turn it off,'' I quickly press the button and place my hand on my lap, avoiding his glances as I pay attention to the other cars on the road. Somehow, deep down, I'm regretting my previous action for turning it off because now . . . we're left in silence.

''Since when do you hate Drake?'' He asks, starting a new conversation.

''I don't hate him. In fact, I love him but I just don't feel like listening to music, right now. Maybe later,'' I reply and turn to look out of the window again as we come to a stop at the red light—him resting both of his hands on his lap before letting out a deep sigh.

''On second thought, I change my mind.'' I quickly say before pressing onto the button again and change the song on his phone, finding Jon Bellion. At the side, I can hear Aidan softly chuckling as he presses onto the gas pedal, turning on the indicator to make a right turn then stopping near one of my favourite restaurants.

''Do you want to wait the car or do you want to come with me? It'll take a few minutes for them to prepare the food,'' He says.

''I'll wait in the car. I want to listen to music,'' I reply.

Seconds ago, I was the one who turned the music off because I said I didn't want to listen to music but now . . . I want to wait in the car because I actually want to listen to music. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe, I just need a little smack from Dimitri to make me wake up.