Aria's POV
Our food had arrived.
I pushed Damian off me and hopped up like a rabbit, slipping into my house slippers as I padded toward the door.
By now, we were both starving.
I brought the bags to the coffee table, pulled up a movie on the TV, and we settled in to eat while we watched.
This time, though, it wasn't a horror film. I'd curated a selection of indie movies—different genres, all critically acclaimed.
I let Damian choose, and to my surprise, he picked a romance.
The film told the story of childhood friends. The girl had chased the boy for years, but he'd never taken her seriously.
Gradually, the girl grew up. She became confident, accomplished, magnetic. Her understanding of love matured beyond surface-level infatuation.
And that's when the boy fina
