Aria's POV
I left his office and headed back to my team. They were already making plans for tonight's celebration, debating whether to hit a bar after dinner.
"Aria!" Diana waved me over. "Where should we meet? And what's the dress code?"
"I'll text you the address. And dress nice. "I smiled at their excitement, but my mind was already elsewhere. The high of finishing the project was fading, replaced by an unexpected urge.
I wanted to tell Damian.
The thought caught me off guard. Why did I care what he thought?Our arrangement was purely physical—convenient, transactional.
But my fingers were already pulling up his contact before I could talk myself out of it.
The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.
Then it went to voicemail.
I stared at the screen, feeling foo
