"Why are you smiling?" Damian asked, his voice low as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her.

Aria looked up, caught off guard. She shrugged, trying to keep her tone light. "Well, considering you were ice cold towards me yesterday and the day before that I’m just wondering where this sudden change came from."

Damian let out a short breath, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe it’s because I can’t stay mad at you for long," he admitted, his eyes darkening as they locked onto hers. "I’m addicted. It’s a problem."

Aria scoffed playfully. "Easy, bro. Don't hurt yourself."

He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbly, and pushed off...