One Year Later
Aria’s POV
The first thing I hear is the rain.
It hits the wide glass windows in soft percussion, the kind that makes the world feel quieter somehow, like everything outside our little world has slowed down to give me space to breathe. Or maybe it just feels that way because of him. Because of Cole.
My bare feet press into the warm hardwood floor as I move through his...no, our home, the silk of my nightdress whispering against my skin. I still catch myself calling it his, even after a year of waking up in this house. In his bed. Under his hands.
I stop in front of the full-length mirror in our room. My collar glints in the morning light, black leather and silver. Simple. Elegant. And absolutely inescapable.
It still makes my pulse throb.
A year ago, I had no idea wha
