Aria's POV

Standing in front of my mirror, I'm tugging at the hem of one of the dresses from yesterday. It's a slinky, dark blue number, tighter than anything I'd normally wear, and I'm still debating whether to rip it off my body when my door opens.

"Don't you know how to knock?" I snap, turning around.

Jason enters, holding a paper bag that's obviously from the coffee shop. "Sorry." He doesn't look sorry at all. "Your mum let me in."

"Of course she did."

His gaze lowers down, sweeping ...