ARIA'S POV

I sat there for a while after he left, still on the edge of the bed, my fingers held the sheets like they might help me make sense of what just happened.

But they didn’t.

He kissed me, then fucking walked out like it never mattered.

My brain scrambled to label it—momentary weakness? Impulse? A test? I didn’t know. I couldn’t figure him out, I wasn’t even sure I could figure me out.

It almost made me cry again.

But I’d done enough crying ...