Aria’s POV
This was the second time I’d gone to sleep on the couch and woken up in the bed.
Gabriel had carried me. Again.
I glanced around the room, half-expecting him to be standing there, watching me like the control freak he was, but he wasn’t. Where had he gone so early this morning? Well, at least this meant I could have a moment to myself.
I sat up, pushing the blanket off me, and glanced over at the couch. It was empty, like I had never been there in the first place. No pillow, no blanket, nothing. He hadn’t just moved me, he had made sure there was no trace of my stubbornness.
My gaze flicked to the nightstand, where a tray of food sat next to a bottle of pills. Scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. Neat and intentional. Next to it was a small folded note.
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