Aria's pov
When Ethan came out of the shower, I was already stacking a pillow and blanket on the couch like it was a strategic mission.
"The sofa's closer to the bathroom,"I said matter-of-factly, keeping my eyes on the cushions. "And I move around a lot when I'm… not at my best."
The air felt cold, like there was a wall we couldn't cross.
Ethan didn't ask anything. He just nodded and went into his room. A minute later, he came back with a thick comforter in his hands.
"You might get cold out here,"he said softly.
His voice was still rough from the shower. "Take this."
The small act touched me more than I expected.
The room was warm enough, but his quiet kindness still made my chest ache.
The quiet sound of the apartment and the heavy blanket soon made me fall
