Hunter's P.O.V
Aria has crashed out next to me, curled up in a ball at the opposite side of the sofa from me. She could not be comfortable that way. I reached in shaking her, in respond all she did was groan but never woke. I let out a small chuckle. For a girl that has trouble sleeping at night, she is sure in a deep sleep.
“Aria, go to bed,” I said shaking her again a little harder.
She swatted my hand away, groaning again and shifted into a different position. I can’t leave her like that. She will wake up sore if I do. I decided the only thing to do was carry her through to her bed, act like a gentleman for a change. I smiled when I see her nose wriggle. There were non-existing words falling from her lips. A whole lot of gibberish. I know I should still be pissed at her for getting
