Aria’s pov
My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, then invited their friends over to finish the job.
I groaned, a pathetic, wounded animal sound and rolled over, trying to find a position where my skull didn't feel like it was splitting in half. My eyes stayed firmly shut because opening them seemed like an unnecessarily ambitious goal at this point.
Breathe. Just breathe.
I tried to piece together the previous night, but my memory was buffering like a cheap internet connection. Wine. Damien. The rooftop. A kiss that shouldn't have happened. Then... nothing. Just a big black hole where the rest of the evening should have been.
Great. Fantastic. This was exactly how I needed to start the day before moving into a house with my ex-husband for six months.
My phone rang
