Aria's POV
I woke up with my throat absolutely parched. The room was pitch black.
Damian's arm was still wrapped around my waist, his breathing deep and even against my neck. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest pressed against my back.
Carefully, I tried to slip out from under his arm without waking him. His grip loosened immediately, like even in sleep he was aware of me, giving me space the moment I needed it.
I slid out of bed as quietly as possible, my bare feet touching the plush carpet. The room was unfamiliar in the darkness.
I squinted, trying to make out shapes in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. There—I was pretty sure I remembered seeing a mini fridge near the sitting area by the window.
I took a few cautious steps forward, my hand
