The next hour went by in a breeze. Mila had gotten a call from someone and rushed out in a hurry. Now that she was left alone in the apartment, everything just felt… quiet. Even her mind...her thoughts. The kind of quiet that comes after something good, when the world hasn't had time to ruin it yet. It felt like the world was on her side for once.
Aria stood in the bathroom of her small apartment, tying her hair up. The mirror glass was fogged from the hot shower, and her fingertips traced her lips that still tingled from when Damian had kissed her hours ago. She didn't linger on it. Didn’t want to overthink this. After all, he never mentioned anything about them being exclusive or their relationship being official.
She simply breathed.
She buttoned her shirt. It was a loose fitted pink
