Aria’s POV
By the time I entered the room, Jameson was already walking out of the closet, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. His shirtless figure stood out under the soft lighting. Normally, the sight of him like this would make my heart race, but tonight, I was too drained to care.
I didn’t say a word. I simply walked past him, heading straight to the bathroom. The silence between us was heavy, almost suffocating. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting maybe expecting me to say something. But I didn’t.
I changed into my nightwear, my limbs moving sluggishly as the weight of my thoughts pressed down on me. By the time I climbed into bed, I felt completely worn out, yet the moment my head hit the pillow, I knew sleep wouldn’t come easily.
He didn’t reach for me. Didn’t brush a hand ag
