Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 160

Aria's POV

I jerked my head up from Aiden's chest when I realized I was still sprawled on top of him. My eyes widened as I watched his fingers methodically working their way down his shirt, unbuttoning each button with deliberate slowness.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice coming out higher than intended.

Seriously? Why was he suddenly stripping in front of me? I swear I hadn't done anything to prompt this!

His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. "Didn't you want to see my chickenpox?"

I froze, feeling my face heat up. "..."

I mean, technically yes, but did that require a full striptease?

He continued unbuttoning his shirt with maddening precision, each movement slow and deliberate. My heart hammered against my ribs as more of his skin became visible. By the fourth button, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Can I maybe sit beside you to look?" I suggested desperately.

This position was getting dangerously inappropriate.

"You'll see better from here," he replied simply, not pausing his movements.

Of course he wouldn't make this easy.

I remained awkwardly perched on him, watching helplessly as he undid each remaining button until his shirt fell open completely. My breath caught as his sculpted chest and defined abs came into view. Despite myself, I couldn't help but admire how perfectly built he was - all hard planes and smooth skin.

Then I spotted what I'd been supposedly looking for - scattered across his otherwise flawless chest were about twenty chickenpox marks, mostly faded but still visible.

"I've seen enough," I declared, finally pushing myself up and sliding to sit beside him on the piano bench.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had chickenpox," I added, trying to sound casual while my pulse was still racing from our proximity.

Aiden began buttoning his shirt back up. "How did you know about my chickenpox in the first place?"

Shit. I should've seen that coming. Trust Aiden to zero in on the exact detail I was hoping he'd overlook.

My mind raced as I tried to come up with an explanation that wouldn't throw Lucas under the bus. The problem was, there were so few people connecting Aiden and me that any excuse would be transparent.

Just when I was about to surrender to desperation, I spotted a faint chickenpox mark on the side of his neck. My eyes lit up with inspiration.

"When you were asleep," I said quickly, "I was actually coming over to cover you with a blanket. That's when I noticed a chickenpox mark on your neck. It looked recent, so I was worried and wanted to check if—"

"Really?" Aiden touched his neck. "Where?"

"Right here," I pointed.

"Here?" His fingers moved, missing the spot completely.

"No, more to the left," I guided, but he still couldn't find it.

Frustrated, I reached out and grabbed his index finger, pressing it directly onto the mark. "Right there."

"I feel it now," he murmured.

Without warning, he turned his face toward mine. Suddenly we were inches apart, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks. I stared at his perfectly sculpted lips, so close I could almost taste them. My heart thundered in my chest.

God, I wanted to kiss him so badly.

His dark eyes were studying me intensely, bottomless and unreadable. I gazed back, trying to decipher what he was thinking, but it was like looking into a deep well with no light.

Coming to my senses, I quickly leaned away and withdrew my hand. "I've had chickenpox before, so I have immunity. I wouldn't catch it anyway."

"Hmm," he acknowledged, then asked, "Where's the blanket?"

I blinked. "What blanket?"

"The one you said you were bringing me."

Fuck. I'd completely forgotten that part of my lie!

I glanced around the music room, suddenly aware there wasn't a blanket anywhere in sight. My carefully constructed story was crumbling fast.

Taking a deep breath, I met his eyes directly. "There is no blanket."

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