Aria's POV
By the time the sun dragged itself over the horizon, I'd already given up on sleep. The sky was pale and heavy, the kind of morning that didn't really feel like one, more like a stretched continuation of the night before.
I'd spent most of it staring at my phone. Every hour or so, I'd check again, convincing myself that maybe I'd missed a vibration, maybe the rain had drowned it out. But there was nothing. No text. No call. The only thing lighting my screen were the timestamps of my own messages and the two missed calls that had gone unanswered.
I told myself he was busy. That something at work had come up. That Kael Roman wasn't the kind of man who just disappeared.
But telling myself that didn't stop the ache in my chest, or the way my body still remembered every inch of him from the night before.
