Aria Amethyst’s Point of View
“Earth to Aria? I know I’m handsome, but maybe stop staring before I melt.”
Blue’s teasing voice jolted me back to reality.
I blinked rapidly, realizing I’d been staring at him far too long — caught somewhere between his smile and the sound of my own erratic heartbeat.
He stood there in the soft afternoon light, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled, that infuriating grin tugging at his lips. The kind of grin that felt like trouble — the good kind that made my heart forget how to behave.
“Ah…” I started, fumbling for words, but he got there first.
“But you know,” he said, leaning closer, voice low, “I like it when you stare at me like that.”
He reached out and gently ruffled my hair, his touch feather-light. “I like it when your eyes are only on me.”
