Chapter 172 Aria

• The black Rolls Royce glided into the private sector of the Honolulu Harbor, far away from the tourist catamarans and fishing boats.
• Here, the vessels were floating palaces. Alvin’s hand remained firmly on Aria’s thigh for the entire drive, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles on her skin. This beautiful stranger next to him was driving him nuts in ways he did not imagine.
• He didn't say a word, but the silence was heavy with a tension that made Aria’s breath shallow.