Chapter 18
Rob cleared his throat and tried again. “Kayla seems to be having fun.” He nods towards the kitchen, then turns back to Aaron. “I guess, uh, you prefer to watch?”
Aaron’s eyebrows knit together. “The hell does that mean?”
“Um,” Rob floundered. “Like, you’re not playing beer pong? You’re not participating. You’re just…watching.”
“You’re not playing either,” Aaron pointed out.
“Right,” Rob mutters.
Aaron’s lips were pressed into a thin line. “So what was your point then?”
“I…” Rob trailed off, his train of thought lost.
A scowl appeared on Aaron’s face as it deepened from mild annoyance into full-on discontent. Neither of them spoke for several long minutes. Rob’s shoulders tensed as he frantically tried to come up with something to say that wouldn’t irritate Aaron further.
“Babe!”