დ Elara დ
The living room looked like a sleepover had collided with a stadium. Blankets draped over the couch, a bowl of popcorn big enough to pass as furniture, two six-packs sweating on the coffee table, and the smell of pizza working its way out of the oven like a promise. On the TV, explosions stitched across a night sky while a hero with questionable judgment hotwired something expensive. Aria curled into the corner of the couch with her feet under Rowan’s thigh like she owned him.
“If that car blows, I’m suing,” she said, stealing a handful of popcorn and tossing it at the screen. Rowan brushed kernels off his shirt without looking at her.
“You can’t sue a movie, Aria,”
“Watch me,” she said. Then, with theatrical innocence, “Although if I must sue someone, I would prefer a very
