Aria's POV
I gazed at the bracelet on my wrist, unable to hide my curiosity. There was something distinctly unique about it compared to mainstream designs.
"Don't you like it?" Aiden asked, his voice dropping to that low timbre that always made my skin tingle.
"No, I do!" I protested quickly. How could I not? It was just so different from anything else I'd seen before, which made me examine it more carefully.
"Let me put it on for you," he offered, his eyes never leaving mine.
I extended my wrist toward him, feeling the warmth of his fingers against my skin. "What made you suddenly buy me a bracelet?"
I rarely wore bracelets or rings when playing piano, preferring to keep my hands unadorned, though my jewelry box certainly didn't lack for options.
Aiden took the delicate chain, his
