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~Aria~
My first instinct was panic.
My heart jumped straight into my throat, eyes going to the disordered duvet, the two wine glasses, the general state of the living room which told a story that I did not want to tell to whoever was standing on the other side of that front door.
"Luca—" I said silently.
"Go upstairs." His voice was already calm. Already back to that steady, unhurried look of his. He was sitting up, running a hand through his hair, and somehow managing to look like a man who had simply fallen asleep on the floor rather than, everything else. "Get dressed. I'll handle it."
"But what if it's—"
"Aria, don't worry about anything. You have me." He looked at me. "Go."
I went.
I took the stairs faster than was elegant, slipped into my room and pressed my back flat
