Aria’s POV
The late morning sun dipped low, painting the penthouse balcony in molten gold.
I sat on the edge of the lounge chair, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the infinity pool where the water shimmered like liquid sapphire.
The gentle brushing cool air across my fingers and my bare arms, but it did nothing to untangle the knot of jealousy and hurt coiled tight in my chest.
'You shouldn't be jealous, Ethan can do whatever he wants..'
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear him approach.
A warm hand closed around my wrist....gentle yet firm, impossible to ignore. Ethan pulled me to my feet in one fluid motion, drawing me flush against him. The sudden heat of his body against mine stole my breath.
His chest rose and fell steadily, the thin fabric of his shirt doing nothin
