To be honest…I had a feeling about this." Ariana finally said, breaking the heavy quiet that had lingered between them for nearly five minutes. Her voice was steady, but not entirely unreadable, carrying a sharpness that made Adrian's chest tighten.
He had told her everything—what happened during his trip, the fragments of memory that returned to him, the moments he shared with Raven, and finally, what happened last night. He hid nothing. He never planned to. If anyone deserved the truth in its raw, unfiltered form, it was Ariana.
He wasn't ashamed of what occurred between him and Raven. What shamed him was the idea of letting Ariana remain in the dark. That would have been a betrayal far worse than any past sin.
The rooftop carried a soft, cooling breeze that swayed Ariana's silver hair like a drifting ribbon of moonlight. They sat side by side, facing the glowing campus below.
