ARIA
The moment Luca stepped out of my apartment, I remained standing at the door as if my feet had forgotten how to move. My heart pounded with such intensity that I needed to draw a deep breath just to steady myself. I leaned back against the wood and allowed the faintest smile to break across my face, even though I tried to restrain it. I whispered under my breath, “What is wrong with you, Aria?” The words escaped with a shaky laugh.
My mind replayed how I had asked him if he was about to knock, and how he had said “no,” then immediately corrected himself with a confused “yes,” which had made absolutely no sense considering he was standing right outside my door. The memory made me laugh a little harder, and I pressed a hand to my forehead.
Maeve’s words surfaced gently in my thoughts
