Aria's POV
The night had finally settled in after dinner. My skin still tingled from our pool encounter earlier—I could practically feel the ghost of Aiden's hands on my body, the way he'd possessed me completely in that water. God, just thinking about it made me clench involuntarily.
Aiden had disappeared into his study with some "urgent documents," which was typical.
Even after s*x that would have left most men comatose, his brain switched right back to business mode.
I wandered to the piano room instead, trailing my fingers along the wall as I went. It had been weeks since I'd touched those keys, and suddenly I craved that particular kind of release too.
"Two hours," I mumbled to myself, sitting down at the gleaming grand piano. "Then bed."
I deliberately avoided bringing up Thoma
