Aria's POV
The next morning, I woke up to the insistent buzzing of my phone.
My whole body ached—Damian and I had been up until nearly dawn, tangled in each other.
The memory of his hands on me, his mouth claiming mine, sent a shiver through my exhausted limbs.
I reached blindly for my phone, eyes still half-closed, and answered without checking the caller ID.
"Hello?" My voice came out rough, sleepy.
"Aria, darling..."
I jolted upright at the sound of Rose Holt's voice—Ethan's grandmother.
Beside me, Damian stirred. His arm had been draped across my waist, and now his hand tightened possessively on my hip.
I pressed the phone against my ear, trying to steady my breathing. "Luna Rose?"
"Why so formal now?" Rose's tone carried a note of gentle reproach.
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