- Sean -
Sitting in that hotel room, I felt as if the remnants of Aria's touch lingered on my skin, an echo of warmth in the cool, sterile space around me. Two days had passed since that intoxicating night, and yet, every corner of my mind was still caught in a spiral of her laughter, the devilish glint in her eyes, and the intoxicating scent of her hair—a blend of something wild and sweet, like summer rain on warm asphalt.
I drummed my fingers against the well-worn fabric of my jeans, a distraction from the chaotic thoughts spiraling within. Aria had come to wage war, and I had somehow turned it into a passionate embrace—passionate enough that even now, the memory made my heart race and my pants tight. Rational thought battled with the warmth of nostalgia; could I possibly hope to recla
