- Sean -
What the f**k was I thinking? I scolded myself for the umpteenth time, knowing I was completely screwed and it hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet.
I was crouched over my half-empty coffee cup, using its dark depths as a psychic escape route from the chaos brewing in my mind. Aria had only been in my house for twelve hours, but those hours felt like a tumultuous whirlwind spinning dangerously out of control. The moment I'd agreed to take her in, I'd cursed the decision more times than I could count. It was as if I'd invited a tornado into my life, one that threatened to toss my carefully constructed walls aside.
Watching her now, she moved gracefully around the kitchen, her long limbs weaving in and out of the clutter like a dancer in the spotlight. I'd seen her on stage cou
