Ever since she was a child, whenever she would dream, the dream would be set to a song. When she was younger she could never understand it, but after realizing who she was it all made sense. This had led to a few rather interesting mornings with her ex where they'd both woken up humming the same song, with neither knowing why. For the longest time she'd considered it fate, but discovered it was one of her powers thanks to the school.
In time, she'd learned to control it so that she wouldn't end up passing on her song of the moment if she woke up with it clear in her head, but between the hazy yet pleasant dream and the light, unexpected contact of a hand against her own, she snuggled up against him and began humming.
Honestly, it was difficult for her remember the last time that she had shared a bed with another person, let alone one who gave off heat as well as he did. There was that one time that she'd let Arron crash in her room because he was drunk and she knew there was no way she could help him walk back to his room without assistance, but she hadn't been able to sleep thanks to him playing the role of Mr. Grabby McGropesalot. Aidan, however, was a perfectly safe person to sleep next to, the type of guy who would probably apologize if he thought he might have more of the blanket than she did, and the fact that they could shift between such topics as whether the Weasley twins ever thought it was strange that Ron inherited Percy's paedophile in the form of a rat to who was the better magnificent bastard of a villain out of The Joker and Ozymandias was enough to have her thinking that confessing her crush was the best possible thing she had done all semester.
And yet, there was something holding him back, and while she wasn't sure what it was she was determined to push past it as best she could.
Blinking her eyes open, Aria smiled softly and began to sing quietly. "If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"