Jameson's POV
The moment we stepped into the suite, I went straight to the vanity table, pulling off my wristwatch. It had been a long day and the dull ache behind my eyes wasn’t helping.
“J.” I heard Aria call my name softly, her tone unusually gentle but I didn’t turn immediately.
When I finally did, she was looking at me with a strange mix of curiosity and concern.
Her lips pressed together like she was contemplating something or maybe trying to look cute. She took a step closer, knelt beside me, and tilted her head up.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded.
“I’m fine,” I said, keeping my tone flat. But she didn’t buy it.
“You don’t look like it,” she murmured, her eyes searching my face. I ignored her, turning back to take off my shoes.
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