Aria woke up the next day, disgruntled, the morning light piercing through the curtains and casting an unwelcome brightness over the room. She blinked against the light, her mind slowly rousing from sleep, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. The last thing she remembered was getting into the car with Romeo. She must have fallen asleep on the way home.
Just like he had done countless times before, Romeo must’ve carried her up to her bed, removed her shoes and jewelry, but as usual left her still dressed in her previous clothing. Yet, as she turned in bed, her hand instinctively clutching at something soft, she felt a shock of recognition ripple through her.
Sebastian’s jacket was still draped over her.
She froze, the scent of him lingering in the fabric, a mix of someth
