GIOVANNI’S POV
Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the bottle and left my room.
My feet carried me down the hallway, to the door I was avoiding for two months.
Arya's room.
The door creaked as I pushed it open and my gaze raked over the dimly lit space. Everything was exactly as she left it. The bed was made and the curtains were drawn with a faint scent of jasmine still lingering in the air.
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me and the memories hit me all at once.
Arya sitting on that bed, laughing at something I said. Arya brushing her hair at the vanity, catching my eye in the mirror and blushing.
Arya curled up with a book, looking so peaceful I hadn't wanted to disturb her. Arya beneath me, gasping my name, looking at me like I was everything.
I took another drink
