All Chapters of My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

~Joan~"No, I'm good. Do I really have to stay here? I could always rent another apartment, you know," I muttered as Aaron helped me into his penthouse, carrying my bags. He didn’t respond, and I knew that was a definite no.I had just been discharged from the hospital after the doctor confirmed I was okay to go home.He insisted I avoid anything too exhausting, and then Aaron decided—without asking—that I’d stay with him. In his words, "for the time being."But I knew Aaron. He wouldn’t let me leave, even if I fully recovered. Not that I minded. I liked his apartment. It held memories, just like the other house.I glanced around, searching for something to distract myself."Nothing's really changed around here," I murmured. Aaron hummed in response, dragging my bags along. I stood in the middle of the living room, watching his back."Are we sharing a room?" I asked, because I really wanted to know. My relationship with Aaron was undefined, and I had no idea what we were—friends? A co

JoanI was surprised when Aaron asked me to dress up because we were going out. I tried getting some information, but he was unusually tight-lipped about our destination. He wasn’t one to reveal his plans easily, but still, I had expected at least a hint.I stared out the window as he drove through the city, having absolutely no idea where we were headed. With no direction on what to wear, I’d settled on a casual green dress. He said I looked gorgeous, though, so I figured I’d made a decent choice.After a while, we pulled up in front of a building I immediately recognized—I’d been here before with Rhoda. My brows furrowed as I turned to him. A cinema? Aaron didn’t strike me as the type to sit through a movie, let alone in a crowded theater. He switched off the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt, then reached over to undo mine as well."Did I miss something?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity as he flicked the seat belt open. His fingers brushed against my thigh, light and deli

~Joan~"Wanna take a shower with me?" I asked Aaron once we got home. He pressed his lips together. "I'll pass. I'm gonna check on the other rooms—I thought I heard something," he said before walking away. Disappointment stirred in my chest. He heard nothing. I knew that. So why was he avoiding being close to me? I understood it hadn’t even been a week since I was discharged, but as long as I took my medications, I'd be fine in no time. I headed to the bedroom, undressing before stepping into the shower. Warm water streamed down my body, washing away the tension but not the thoughts crowding my mind. We’d had fun on the drive home—Aaron even sang with me. But the closer we got, the quieter he became. Was it me? Had something changed? Did he no longer find me attractive? That didn’t seem right. When we kissed, I saw the raw hunger in his eyes. Then what was wrong? A thought struck me, tightening my chest. Had he been with someone else while we were apart? The idea was ridiculous