Aria's POV
Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden.
I woke slowly, awareness creeping in before I even opened my eyes. There was warmth beside me—solid, reassuring warmth that hadn't been there when I'd fallen asleep on the couch.
My eyes fluttered open.
Damian.
He was right there, lying next to me in my bed, still asleep. His chest rose and fell in that steady, measured rhythm that told me he was deeply under.
The harsh lines of his face had softened in sleep, making him look almost... peaceful. Vulnerable, even.
I didn't move. Didn't dare breathe too loudly.
He must have carried me here last night after I'd passed out during the movie. The thought sent warmth flooding through my chest—he'd stayed.
He hadn't just tucked me in and left. He'
