Aria's POV
The online storm had finally settled, but Lillian's words had cast a spell on my mind.
Every time I saw Aiden these past few days, her question would echo in my head on a loop: "Don't you think Aiden might actually be flirting with you?"
It had gotten to the point where I was seeing him through a bizarre filter, like some kind of creep analyzing his micro-expressions.
And of course, karma came for me.
It was a clear weekend morning, and the ever-disciplined Mr. Carter had just finished his morning swim. As I came downstairs, he was drying his hair, the collar of his robe falling open just enough to reveal a hint of those abs you couldn't look away from. By the time I realized I'd been staring too long, it was too late.
When I heard that "Like what you see?", my sleep-depri
