ARIA’s POV

 Taking his bottom lip between my teeth, a low groan rumbled from his chest as he pulled me tighter, the scent of cigarettes and musky cologne filling my senses. It was a surprising mix, a hint of rebellion laced with something undeniably intriguing. Despite the confusion - I knew he didn't smoke - I surrendered to the moment, every breath, every touch, fueling the fire that roared to life within me. His eyes met mine, a dark storm brewing beneath the surface. I cupped his face, my touch meant to deepen the connection, but he surprised me by pulling away. 

He sent a shiver down my spine as...