Damian's POV
When Aria asked me up, relief hit me so hard I nearly lost my composure.
I'd been bracing myself for her anger all evening.
Vanessa showing up like that, the way she'd thrown herself at me in front of everyone—I'd expected Aria to shut down, to pull away.
Instead, here we were, stepping into the elevator of her building, and she was still looking at me with those green eyes that made my wolf go absolutely feral.
The elevator doors slid shut. The space suddenly felt too small, too warm.
Aria leaned against the wall, and I couldn't stop staring.
That dress—white, simple, but clinging to every curve—had been driving me insane all night.
The way it hugged her waist, the pale skin of her shoulders, the way her hair fell loose now after being pinned up earl
