Aria’s POV
Klaus crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, his expression stubborn. "I’m not leaving until you forgive me."
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Klaus, you can’t just barge into my apartment and refuse to leave."
He smirked, clearly unfazed. "Watch me."
I shot him a glare. "Fine. But if you’re staying, you’re sleeping on the sofa."
His smirk faltered. "Aria, come on. Your bed is big enough for both of us."
I folded my arms. "Not happening. The sofa, Klaus."
He groaned dramatically, rubbing his face with both hands. "You’re punishing me, aren’t you?"
"Maybe," I said, enjoying his suffering a little too much.
He grumbled under his breath but finally conceded. "Alright, fine. But don’t blame me if I wake up with a stiff neck."
I rolled my eyes. "That’s your problem
