Aria's POV.
Saturday morning came way too fast.
I woke up with my head heavy, my mouth dry, and my chest pounding like I had run laps in the cold. For a second I forgot why I felt so weird, then it slammed back into me…the kiss. His mouth on mine. The wine. The way my whole body had screamed ‘yes,’ and then the way he stiffened like I’d caught him off guard.
I sat up, dragging my hands through my hair. My lips still tingled, stupid as that sounded. I hated it. I hated how it wouldn’t leave me alone. I should’ve been thinking about the council, about how terrifying it would be to stand in front of them, pretending to be Cassian’s mate. Instead, all I could think was: did it mean something to him, even for a second? Or was I just pathetic for wanting it to?
My wolf groaned in my head, ‘
