Aria's POV
We had maybe fifteen minutes before dinner would be ready. Damian had been separated from me all day, and apparently that was fourteen hours too long. Even with his entire family in the penthouse, he couldn't wait another second.
The moment our bedroom door closed, Damian pulled me into his arms and kissed me—my forehead, my cheeks, my jaw, my lips—like he was trying to make up for lost time all at once.
He kissed me until we were both breathless, until the desperate edge in his movements finally started to ease.
Finally, he pressed his forehead against mine, breathing hard.
"I missed you," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "God, I missed you so much, Aria."
"I'm right here," I said softly, lying back on the bed and tracing the line of his cheekbone
