Aria attempts to call him once she’s safely under the covers of her bed. He never answers. She tries the next day, even tries to send him texts but he doesn’t reply.
Sola sees the marks that litter her neck one lazy Saturday when her mother and father have gone out shopping and her cousin throws a fit.
“How can you sleep with him?” Sola scolds.
“It just kind of happened,” Aria whines petulantly into her bowl of cereal, “Mom and dad made me really upset and then he was there, being all nice one moment and then he took off his shirt and I just kind of lost it,” she shrugs, “I don’t know. He was just being really sweet and really hot and I caved,” she finishes with a pout.
“Sweet men don’t sleep with other men’s fiancées,” Sola sighs tiredly.
“But we’re not actually engaged!” Aria y
