Aria’s POV
After taking my bath, I slipped into a tank top and a pair of shorts. Comfortable and casual, just the way I liked it.
Jameson’s water was ready.
It was past brunch time with settling in and all. I decided that while he was bathing, I would gather everything he would be needing to make us lunch.
The couch might’ve been comfy enough to rest after eating, but after that flight, I wasn’t settling for it. I had a plan in mind for me not to take the couch.
When I finished preparing his water, I walked out to find him. His back was to me, and he seemed to be fumbling with his shirt.
“Your water’s ready,” I said casually as I stepped closer.
He didn’t even glance back. “I can handle it,” he muttered, still struggling with his buttons.
“Stop being stubborn,” I said, snatching
