Aida POV

I wake up still smiling. Last night was … perfect. I trace my hand softly against my top lip. I can still feel the buzz from Argent’s kiss. Oh my. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt.

When we got back to my room last night, every fibre of my being wanted him to come in and continue what we’d started in the restaurant, but being the gentleman he is, he simply kissed me goodnight and went to his room.

Well, a little more than simply. I wouldn't let him get away with just a normal goodnight peck. Kissing Argent is like magic. Time stops. I don't hear...