ARIA'S POV
"What?" I ask, my voice coming out slightly breathless as I adjust my cutlery, trying to cover the blush creeping onto my face.
We are currently in a restaurant somewhere in Manhattan. The ambiance is intimate as we sit at a private booth in the back.
I have just finished ordering my food, a light parisian style salad with seared sea bass.
As the waiter walks away, I look up to find Noah staring at me, his chin resting in his palm, his dark eyes unblinking and intense.
Noah smirks, his lips curling into a wicked, knowing line as he catches the pink hue on my cheeks.
He leans across the table, his voice dropping into a low, flirty drawl. "I'm just wondering what exactly made our little New York princess stop eating those sugary, decadent macarons and expensive pastries s
