- Aria
I crashed into the master bedroom like someone escaping a crime scene.
Yeah, it was dramatic, but after everything with the crab leg fiasco the night before, I just wanted silence. Not Luca’s brooding face. Not his thoughtful-but-too-late flowers. Definitely not his sudden oh-I’m-trying-now energy.
So, like always, I camped out on the far side of the bed with a pillow barrier between us, like I was setting territorial boundaries. Honestly, it felt appropriate. Wolves usually do that.
I slid under the blanket and angled my body away from him. New-moon level dark.
Then the bed dipped behind me.
Luca’s voice came low, like he was trying not to wake a sleeping volcano.
“Aria… about last night. The crab thing. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t know—”
I turned my head
