Aria
My head was on a plush pillow when I awoke, the first rays of early morning sunlight spilling across my cheek. I yawned, rolling onto my back and stretching languidly. I didn’t recall my own mattress feeling so plush and luxurious. This was divine.
But then, slowly, I realized that was because I wasn’t in my own bed. I was in someone else’s. Darren’s, to be exact.
Suddenly, the memories of last night came rushing back like a freight train. Running around the apartment, laughing and shouting. The soft thwack of pillows, the sound of Lucas’s little giggles. A big, face-splitting smile across Darren’s face.
He looked so handsome when he smiled…
I opened my eyes fully, taking in the unfamiliar bedroom, and remembered how we had all collapsed on Darren’s bed, content to
