Give In To Me Aaron and Jazz's story

This is my original work in progress. I do write on Microsoft/Copilot with the help of Grammarly for editing purposes.

I'm letting this story take me wherever it wants to go. So, there is no planning whatsoever.

My life so far has been a series of events that have inevitably led me down this path, marked by decisions and crossroads. You might ask, where? On the road to hell, to eat crow, on my way to tell my best friend’s brother I love him and that I would do anything for him if he could see me as anyone other than Jazzmine, well, Jazz as everyone calls me. Jazz Major. I know what a name, right? But it’s the honest-to-God truth. But that’s a discussion for another day.

I needed to tell Aaron Finley that I was scared—scared of my intense feelings. Scared he would realize I was just a twenty-two-year-old brat following him around like a puppy. His sister’s best friend who had many sleepovers and wild dreams about him. Who watched him swim lap after lap in their pool. I would dream of him. The way his fingers would thread through his golden blond hair after lifting himself out of the pool. Or the way his ocean blue eyes would smile every time he laughed. Even the way his lip—oh, his lips were the same shape as a bow—full and so full of wonder. The things he could do with that mouth would put a saint on her back. His tall stature towered over my five feet four inches, with all that swimmer’s muscle.

For whatever reason, after I finally tagged the guy of my dreams, I dropped him out of pure fear. Lied to his face that I had no feelings other than pure lust.

Wait…wait, before you give me a tongue lashing, let me tell you my story…