Aria’s POV
His arms were still around me, loose enough that I could step away if I wanted to.
I didn’t.
The hallway felt smaller than it had moments ago, as if the walls had leaned in to listen. The lights were dimmed, casting everything in soft amber shadows, and the storm outside had finally quieted, leaving only the romantic aura of the house and the sound of our slow and uneven breathing syncing without either of us trying.
He looked into my eyes like he'd been longing to touch me and kiss me l, to f**k me till my legs couldn't walk.
My palm throbbed beneath the makeshift bandage he’d wrapped himself. The ache was dull now, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, a reminder of everything that had gone wrong tonight… and everything that somehow felt dangerously right.
Ethan’s forehead
