Jameson’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the cool sensation on my forehead. For a moment, I thought it was some weird dream.
But then I realized it wasn’t a dream at all. Someone was dabbing my forehead with a damp towel.
My body tensed instantly.
I blinked, turning my head slightly, and there she was: Aria. Smiling down at me as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
“Good morning,” Her soft voice reached my ears. She was smiling.
It’s starting to seem like that's her default setting. I brushed her hand away as I sat up.
“What are you doing?” My tone was sharper than I intended, but I was too groggy to soften it.
“You were sweating,” she replied, as though it were obvious. “I thought I would help.” She set the towel aside, brushing her hands tog
