The ache in Sebastian’s shoulders pulled him from an uneasy sleep. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before the events of the previous night came rushing back. The chair creaked softly beneath him as he shifted, his body protesting the awkward position he’d spent the night in.
Aria lay curled on the bed before him, her dark hair spilling over the pillow like ink on silk. Her breaths were soft and even, her features relaxed in sleep. A stark contrast to the fiery woman he’d argued with mere hours ago, baiting him with every sharp word and provocative action.
His gaze lingered longer than he intended. She was beautiful—annoyingly so. Even in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, with faint bruising along her temple, she exuded an allure he couldn’t quite resist.
Sebast
