Aria
Ethan closed the door behind us and stood there for a moment, his hand still resting on the handle as if he was deciding whether to say something or let the silence take over. I moved toward the bed slowly, but before I could sit, his fingers wrapped around my wrist and stopped me.
“Aria.” He said.
I turned to face him, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch. The tension from earlier had not completely disappeared, but something softer had replaced it, something that made my chest feel tight in a different way.
“Yes?” I answer slightly.
He stepped closer until there was barely any space between us.
“I do not like how tonight ended,” he said quietly.
“Neither do I,” I admitted.
His jaw loosened slightly, like my answer had given him some kind of relief.
“Then let me fix
