Aria's POV
“You’ll be sleeping in my room tonight. Be there after dinner,” Marco informed me at the breakfast table, and I almost choked on my toast.
I knew exactly what that meant.
My near misses and escapes had simply come to an end. Marco was going to attempt to sleep with me, and from the way he said it, he had specifically planned for it.
There would be no interruptions or disturbances.
No one could pull me out of the situation.
“Drink some water,” Marco told me when I started coughing uncontrollably. He passed me a glass and took a gulp from it before setting it down on the table.
“You have been with a man before, right?” he asked when I had calmed down, sending me into another spiral of coughing.
He looked amused—entertained, even—as he watched me take another gulp of water.
