Aria woke up slowly, her eyes opening just enough to take in the room before she fully registered where she was.
Her room.
No—his room.
Their room.
She frowned slightly, her head still heavy with sleep as she stared at the ceiling. For a few seconds, she didn’t move. Then it hit her.
The living room.
She had been on the couch.
She pushed herself up a little, looking around like the answer would be written somewhere in the walls.
She didn’t remember coming upstairs.
Her brows pulled together.
Then—
Adrian.
Of course.
She let out a quiet breath and rubbed her face, already feeling a mix of annoyance and something else she didn’t want to name.
He carried me.
The thought sat there, uncomfortable.
She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, adjusting her clothes as she walked t
