Morning came too fast.
Aria woke up slowly, her body stiff, her mind even worse.
For a few seconds, she didn’t move.
Didn’t think.
Just stared at the ceiling.
Then it hit her
Last night.
Her breath caught slightly as everything came rushing back—the way he had held her wrists, the way he had been so close, the way her body had reacted in ways she didn’t understand… or didn’t want to.
She shut her eyes briefly.
“Get a grip,” she muttered under her breath.
This wasn’t something she should be thinking about.
It wasn’t something she should be feeling anything about.
It was wrong.
Complicated.
Dangerous.
And yet—
Her chest tightened slightly.
Because what confused her the most wasn’t what happened.
It was what didn’t happen.
He had stopped.
On his own.
That didn’t make sens
