ARIA'S POV
The drive back to the estate was quiet, both of them lost in thought.
Aria's mind was spinning from everything that had happened tonight. The gallery. Her painting.
When they pulled up to the estate, Aria expected him to let her go. To send her back to her room with a chaste goodnight kiss after such a perfect, romantic evening.
Instead, he turned to her with dark, hungry eyes that made her breath catch.
"Follow me Serah," he said, his voice dropping to that commanding register that made her melt."
And despite everything...despite the confusion and fear and overwhelming emotion....she nodded.
Because she wasn't done with him either.
He walked her through the private corridors to his quarters, his hand at the small of her back....possessive, claiming, a promise of what was to come.
Inside his rooms, he turned to face her. "I want to show you something. Something very few people know about."
"What?"
