Aria's POV
I couldn't take it anymore. How the hell did Damian manage to turn people into a puddle of mush while wearing that ridiculously cold, unreadable face of his?
"I'm hungry," I said, letting a playful whine slip into my voice as I blinked up at him.
"But I still... don't want to move."
Night had fallen around us, and we hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights. Neither of us wanted to let go, didn't want to break this moment. I hadn't even changed out of my clothes—just shrugged off my coat and stayed wrapped in his arms.
"Alright, then I'll cook for you," Damian said, starting to rise.
I grabbed his arm, pulling him back down. "You're the one who's injured. You shouldn't be overdoing it. I'd feel terrible if you cooked for me."
I leaned in close, my lips b
