Aria's POV
I stood in front of my closet, pulling out clothes and tossing them onto the bed with more force than necessary. Julian's oversized joggers hung low on my hips, and his shirt, soft, worn, and smelling faintly of his cologne, swallowed my frame completely.
Maya sat cross-legged on my bed like a queen on her throne, munching popcorn from a bowl balanced on her lap. She watched me with those knowing eyes, a smile playing at her lips that told me she was enjoying this far too much.
"I cannot believe you're already wearing his clothes," Maya said, popping another kernel into her mouth. "If this isn't true love, I wonder what it is."
Heat flooded my cheeks. "Girl! Don't be dramatic. He only gave me his joggers and shirt because I wasn't comfortable leaving his apartment in my dinn
