Alexander's POV
"I want to smoke", Aria uttered, her head still lying on my chest, as we waited for Dylan to finish his shower. "Okay, baby girl", I said, standing with her in my arms and carrying her to the room. She scoffed, getting ready to protest, then thought better of it. "Good girl", I praised, kissing the side of her head.
I sat her on her bed, she went to move making me shoot her a look. "Stay put, princess", I warned, walking to her desk. I retrieved her tray for her and sat it on the bed in front of her. "Thank you", she smiled softly. "You're welcome, baby", I grinned. She stared emotionless as she ground up her weed and rolled herself a blunt. I took the time to kick off my boots, and get into comfortable clothing.
I slid on a pair of sweatpants, catching Aria's eye. Lif
