Aria’s POV
The morning light slipped through my curtains, and I blinked into it, still half-dazed from a restless night of tossing, turning, and thinking of Damon. My wolf, Selene, had barely let me sleep, sulking about my decision not to mark him right then and there. She wasn’t exactly subtle in her disapproval, either—growling and pacing in the back of my mind, letting me know exactly how much she thought I’d messed up. And as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t stop wondering if maybe she was right.
Finally, I pushed myself out of bed, nervous energy settling in the pit of my stomach as I thought about seeing Damon today. What to wear? The white summer dress felt too… much, maybe, but something about it felt right. I slipped it on, twisting in front of the mirror as I wondered if
