Chapter 245

Aria's POV Aiden's butterfly stroke was a masterpiece of precision and grace, each movement cutting through the water with perfect form. As he touched the far end of the pool and pivoted underwater to swim back toward me, I found my heart inexplicably racing as he closed the distance between us. When he surfaced right in front of me, water cascaded from his short hair, tracing tantalizing paths down his face to his neck and across his broad chest before rejoining the pool. My eyes followed one particular droplet as it slid over the defined ridge of his collarbone, and I instinctively glanced down at my own. Damn. His collarbones were even more sculpted than mine. I must have been staring too brazenly because Aiden clicked his tongue softly before asking, "What are you looking at, Mrs. Carter?" Lost in my comparative anatomy study, my brain-to-mouth filter failed completely. "Your collarbones," I admitted without thinking, then looked up and added, "Yours are more attractive than mine."