Damian's POV
"I noticed your place is a little sparse," I said, keeping my tone casual as I grabbed a shopping cart. "Thought we could stock up on things. For when I stay over."
The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Aria's face turn bright red.
Her neck flushed, then her cheeks, then even the tips of her ears.
God, she was adorable when she was flustered.
I'd never been to a supermarket before—not like this, anyway. Growing up, we'd had staff who handled shopping. As an adult, Rick took care of anything I needed.
But I'd seen my grandparents go shopping together when I was younger. I remembered how natural it looked—how easy. Just two people, moving through the aisles, picking out things they needed.
I wanted that with Aria.
I wanted normal.
"Damian, what—"
