Aria
With a small groan, I turned onto my back and stared at the white ceiling, mind buzzing. It was past midnight, and sleep was the last thing on my mind.
I wasn’t sure anyone could sleep after their ex-best friend’s father told them he liked them.
“I want you to be mine, Aria.”
The words were playing over and over again in my head like a broken record. Daniel Hayes wanted me. I guess the question I’d been asking myself—whether he would ever want to sleep with me, his daughter’s best friend—had finally been answered.
I’m supposed to feel disgusted. That would be the sane reaction when your best friend’s father says he wants you. I should have made him take me home, even in the heavy storm. Instead, I ate dinner with him, he showed me the guest room, and handed me pajamas that smelle
