Nova's POV
The throw pillow was softer than anything I had ever owned.
I knew this because I had been holding it for the past forty minutes under the pretense of having somewhere to rest my elbow, which was absolutely a legitimate reason to hold a pillow and had nothing to do with needing something to grip when Darius looked at me a certain way.
I was aware this was not my most dignified moment.
Aria had disappeared down the east hallway followed by Rhea twenty minutes ago. Damian had taken a call in his office and hadn't come back. Which meant Darius and I were alone in the sitting room with nothing between us except approximately four feet of Persian rug and the very careful distance we had both been maintaining since he arrived.
Darius sat at the other end of the couch.
