Aria
“It’s time to wake up,” Caleb kisses me softly on my shoulder.
“I don’t want to,” I complain as I stretch myself and throw my arms around his neck. “It’s much more comfortable here with you.”
“I agree with that logic,” he chuckles as he climbs out of bed. “But duty calls.”
The word calls make me jerk upright, and I stare at him with big eyes. I must make a phone call today. I fight off the panic attack as I dash through the shower. If I screw this up, Amelia will be the one to pay the price. It is one hell of a responsibility.
“Aria,” Caleb comes and stands next to me when I comb my hair. “Everything will be okay. Just breathe.”
“I’m too scared to breathe,” I admit and turn to him. “What if I breathe wrong or something?”
“You can sit on my lap the entire time,” he wraps his arm
