Aerion
I stumbled into my house, barely managing to close the door before grinning to myself. The memory of that kiss with Arya played over and over in my mind. Her lips against mine, the flash of surprise in her eyes, she hadn’t seen it coming, and maybe that made it all the better. She wasn’t running away. Not yet. That was something worth holding onto.
“ Why are you grinning at yourself alone in the dark?" Jack, who was in the living room, asked. I had been so caught up in my head that I did not notice his presence.
“ Well, Arya and I are heading somewhere, do I say,’’ I replied, trying to hide the smile in my words.
"Didn’t think you had it in you. Finally making progress!" He replied.
I rolled my eyes. Jack did not understand the stakes involved. Nothing about this situation was
