Aria's POV
The pack house was warm and welcoming as I walked through the front doors, the familiar scent of wood and faint traces of Damon’s cologne wrapping around me like a security blanket. Damon was already in the foyer, leaning casually against the staircase, his signature smirk firmly in place. The moment his eyes landed on me, that smirk softened into something warmer, something that sent a flutter through my chest.
“Hey, you,” he said, pushing off the bannister and meeting me halfway. His hands found my waist, pulling me close as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my lips. “Where’ve you been? I’ve missed you.”
Before I could answer, Drake stepped through the door behind me, and I felt Damon tense slightly. “Aria wanted a burger,” Drake said lightly, closing the door behind h
