Aria’s POV

By the time I entered the room, Jameson was already walking out of the closet, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. His shirtless figure stood out under the soft lighting. Normally, the sight of him like this would make my heart race, but tonight, I was too drained to care.

I didn’t say a word. I simply walked past him, heading straight to the bathroom. The silence between us was heavy, almost suffocating. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting maybe expecting me to say ...