"Aah, yeah, I'm not that bad," Aidan reassured, tilting his head up a little as Ethan tugged him closer. He could feel Ethan's breath on his ear and he had to swallow hard to stop himself from shuddering. Damn sensitive skin. Something to write down in the journal he was keeping for Laura. "And if I end up standing on your feet," he answered, ignoring the way that his body reacted instinctively to the wink, "I apologise in advance."
Said crazy best friend bounced over. She was the same height as Aidan but was wearing a pair of black heels and her hair was red. Not just a little red, though, like an epic kind of someone-set-fire-to-hear-head kind of red, at least, that was how Aidan saw it.
Emma wrapped her arms around Ethan's shoulders and hugged him. "It's not like you to be late, what-" She cut herself off and then looked at Aidan properly, standing down on her heels and extracting herself from around Ethan. "You must be Aidan."
Aidan had inched away from Ethan when he'd been pounced by the red-head. "Yeah," he stuck out a hand and offered it to her. "And you're Emma."