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Aria's POV.

He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me closer. His low, smooth chuckle vibrated between us, like he found my resistance entertaining-like I was some kind of game or puzzle he enjoyed figuring out. His lips curved into that maddening smirk, the one that made my blood boil and my hands itch to slap it away. "You're always so guarded," he said, shaking his head slightly