Aria's POV
The next morning, I took a long, relaxing bath, letting the warm water soothe my skin. After drying myself off, I slipped into a comfortable robe and ordered breakfast before settling onto the bed with my novel.
Jameson sat a few feet away, glued to his laptop, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard. He hadn’t spoken much since we woke up, and I wasn’t sure if I liked the silence or not. I glanced at him before turning a page, pretending to be fully engrossed in my book when, in reality, I was debating whether to ask him something.
After a moment, I shut the book and spoke. “Can we go out today?”
His eyes didn’t lift from the screen. He didn’t even acknowledge that he’d heard me until several seconds passed.
“I’m busy,” he said simply, and I rolled my eyes.
“But you d
