Aria

I woke to the sun slapping me in the face, bright and disrespectful.

My neck ached like hell.

Couch sleeping wasn’t made for people who danced on poles and got tossed into walls for a living. I already suffered enough!

I groaned, stretched, and blinked my way back into the land of the waking.

And then I saw him.

Grant.

Standing there, arms crossed, eyes locked on me like I was an alien invading his oxygen. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Just staring. Watching.

I yawned ...