AURORA'S POV:
I didn't die of hunger. I'm very much alive thanks to the pancakes Jon made for us. I want to eat more but I have to pretend to be demure.
We’re all sitting in silence now, bellies full and hearts still tangled in confusion. The movie playing on the TV is some random rom-com Arc picked probably to distract me.
I've accepted that he can be sweet sometimes. Key word: sometimes.
I’m nestled in the corner of the couch, legs tucked beneath me, nursing a cup of tea that’s gone lukewarm.
Jon lounges on the floor, his back to the couch, close enough that I can feel his warmth. Arc is sprawled on the other side of the couch, arms crossed, pretending to watch the screen but really just stealing glances at me every few minutes.
None of us are saying anything. The air still feels t
