Aria's POV
"Fine," Aiden said with that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. "Show me your skills."
I rushed to my room and grabbed my makeup bag, mentally cursing myself the entire way. Why had I offered to help cover up a hickey that I'd apparently given him? This was beyond mortifying.
When I returned, Aiden had settled back into his chair, head tilted slightly to expose his neck. That little red mark seemed to taunt me—evidence of my drunken behavior I couldn't even remember.
"Let's get this over with," I muttered, squeezing concealer onto the back of my hand.
"Not excited about touching me again?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "You were quite enthusiastic about it last night."
I nearly dropped the makeup. "Can you please stop bringing that up?"
"Why? Your face tu
