Aria's POV
That night, I was half-asleep when Damian's phone started buzzing.
Again. And again. And again.
I groaned, rolling over and nudging him with my elbow. "Damian... your phone."
He didn't move at first. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, holding me against him like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.
Finally, with a low growl of annoyance, he reached over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
I heard him silence it.
"Shouldn't you check that?" I mumbled, my eyes still closed. "What if it's important?"
"It's not," he muttered, tossing the phone aside. His arm tightened around me again, pulling me back against his chest. "Go to sleep."
His voice was rough, commanding, and I was too tired to argue.
So I did.
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The next morning
