Jameson’s POV

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the cool sensation on my forehead. For a moment, I thought it was some weird dream.

But then I realized it wasn’t a dream at all. Someone was dabbing my forehead with a damp towel.

My body tensed instantly.

I blinked, turning my head slightly, and there she was: Aria. Smiling down at me as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Good morning,” Her soft voice reached my ears. She was smiling.

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