Chapter 327

Aria's POV After dinner, we retreated to the bedroom. Aiden stepped into the bathroom first. Listening to the sound of running water, I pictured his bare body and swallowed hard at the edge of the bed. I could barely think straight when Aiden emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, the dark silk pajamas clinging to every perfect line of his body. My gaze locked onto his throat, following the slow bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. God, even that simple motion sent a sharp, hot jolt straight through me. I forced my gaze away, sitting up straighter as heat burned my cheeks. "That was quick," I said, striving for casualness. "Mm-hmm," he hummed, his eyes drifting down to my neckline. I'd showered earlier and worn nothing beneath this oversized sleep shirt. The way his dark, intense stare lingered made me suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed I was—how easily one glance could reveal everything. "Tired?" he asked, his voice deeper, rougher than usual. I shook my head. "It's only