(Luca)
The knock came at the worst possible moment.
I’d finally gotten Aria alone—finally managed to corner her in the hall after she’d spent the entire day avoiding my eyes like I was some kind of danger she couldn’t name. She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point.
She froze the second she realized I wasn’t letting her pass.
“Aria,” I said quietly, blocking her way with one hand on the doorframe. “We’re not done talking about yesterday.”
She swallowed. “Luca, I don’t want to fight.”
“We’re not fighting.”
But my voice was low enough that it didn’t sound like a promise.
She tried to look away, but I caught her chin gently and forced her eyes back to mine. I wasn’t touching her roughly—if anything, I was trying not to touch her at all. But Aria being this close did something to me
