Aria’s POV

If looks could kill, I would be buried six feet under by now. Jameson's glare burned through me as I awkwardly picked up the towel from the floor and draped it over him, stepping back quickly.

“All I did was try to help,” I brushed my hair off my shoulders, trying to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t answer.

His face was a light shade of red, probably from embarrassment. It wasn’t often I saw him flustered, and honestly, I didn’t know how to handle it.

I shifted ...