Aria
The moment Darren opened his eyes and our gazes met, we jolted apart like we had been caught doing something we weren’t supposed to. My cheeks burned as I sat up, trying to smooth down my tangled mess of hair. Darren rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me.
Lucas, of course, was oblivious. He bounced on the bed, grinning from ear to ear. “Are you guys in love?” he asked with a giggle.
My heart nearly stopped in my chest at that. I couldn’t even bear to look at Darren—just stared down at my lap, my face turning the deepest shade of crimson known to man.
“Lucas,” Darren said in an almost warning tone, his voice a little gravelly from sleep as he shifted to stand. “Go look out the window. It’s snowing, remember?”
“But you didn’t answer my question!” Lu
