Aria’s POV
This is definitely not my room.
Gathering from the arms wrapped around me… this is as sure as hell not my bed.
WHAT THE f**k! I scream internally and try to slip away from whoever is crushing me in a bear hug. What the heck is his name? Sloan? Seb? I know it starts with an S, but I have no idea exactly what it is.
All I know is that I need to get out of here, and I need to do it fast. But before I can make a move, the guy behind me groans and shifts to get up. He walks out of the room, and I hear him move down the stairs, and in that instant, all the memories from yesterday flood in…
Sitting up slowly, the sheets slide off my bare legs, and a dull ache radiates through my body, making my heart race as snippets of the night resurface. Sebastian. The rooftop dancing, laug
