Aria’s POV
The phone buzzed once — a single vibration that sliced through the dark like a secret begging to be caught.
Carl’s arm was heavy around me, his breath warm against my neck. I didn’t move. Not yet.
Another buzz.
My pulse stuttered.
Carefully, I slid my hand beneath the pillow, finding the phone by touch alone. The screen lit up, soft and dangerous.
Damon: Can’t stop thinking about you. Need you. Now.
My throat tightened. The audacity of it. The recklessness. The truth.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The man sleeping beside me — my husband — could crush Damon’s entire life with one command. Yet here he was, sending me messages like sin had no consequence.
I typed before fear could stop me.
Me: You’re insane. He’s right beside me.
Damon: Then be quiet. Come to me
