/Edward POV/
I didn't think twice before resting my arm comfortably on the back of Aria's chair, hand occasionally grazing her shoulder. None of them are paying attention at all. And when she didn't shove me away, I leaned in, just slightly, and needed to feel a little closer.
And it's like a flip has been switched. We weren't shying away from each other anymore, now seamlessly slipping into it, what should be. I was going along with it, welcoming it, and now that Aria didn't seem to be actively on edge anymore, I could feel the tension in my shoulders start to drain, can feel it pooling in the rest of my body, leaving me feeling achy and desperate.
"Behave..." She whispered, twirling her fork idly on her plate, no heat in her voice.
I hummed. It was difficult to do that around her. B
