The Spanish Love Deception novel Chapter 95

And that … only made me grin wider.

Walking closer, I didn’t turn down the megawatt smile as I looked down at him. “Comfy?”

“Very.”

“I just bet you have never been this comfortable in your life.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine,” Aaron said as he sat up, the springs in the simple and—let’s face it—most likely cheap mattress creaking loudly under his weight. “So you were right,” he continued as he moved to the edge, trying to leave a bed that seemed to be turning into quicksand, swallowing each of his movements. “Now, if you would just—”

Before I could even realize what was happening, the structure of the bed gave in with a big bang, engulfing part of the mattress and Aaron along with it.

A gasp shot out of me as my hands flew to my mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Aaron growled.

“Oh my God, Aaron.” The cackle that left my mouth as I stared at the grumpier-than-ever man sitting in the middle of the box spring catastrophe was probably heard all the way in New York City.

He didn’t look anywhere near okay if the way he glowered was any indication.

But I asked anyway, “Are you okay?” I tried to sober down; I did. But I couldn’t hold in the laughter. So, I laughed.

Then, I laughed louder.

“Yes. All good,” he grunted. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Okay, but just in case …” I stretched my hand to help him out, but both of us froze when a holler came from the entrance door of the apartment. A voice that sent shivers down my spine.