Aria's POV
I left Dante in the kitchen while he ate and went upstairs to change into my swimwear. I hadn't used the swimming pool since I got to Marco's house, mostly because I was scared of dressing in a way that would make him attracted to me. That was why I stuck to hoodies, T-shirts, and sweatpants in his house.
But tonight… tonight I wanted to live on the edge.
Just tonight.
I picked out my sultriest bikini and put it on, then pulled my oversized T-shirt over it and went downstairs to meet Dante.
He was still in the kitchen, but he was done eating and was washing the dishes now.
It felt weird seeing him there, standing in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled back as he scrubbed, rinsed, and placed everything back where I had gotten them from — almost like it was where he belonged
