ARIA’S POV

“Aria.”

My thumb hovered over the decline button so long the screen dimmed. Theo’s name glowed under the old nickname I never deleted: Trouble. Eight months. Eight months of deleting his number from every other place and leaving it right here like a loaded gun.

I answered.

“Why are you calling me at two in the morning?”

His voice came low, rough from sleep or the opposite of sleep. “Because if I waited until daylight I would talk myself out of it.”

I sat up in the dark, sheets tangled around my bare legs. The apartment felt too quiet. Too empty. “Are you drunk?”

“No.” A soft rustle...