ARIA
The first thing I noticed was the weight.
Warm, solid, and wrapped around me from behind.
Sylas.
His arm was locked across my waist like it belonged there, his breath slow and steady against the back of my neck. In front of me, Ash was curled into a ball, hair a mess, mouth slightly open in that unbothered way only she could pull off after a night of drinking.
My head throbbed. My mouth felt dry enough to crack. And my body… my body was too still, too aware, because I was afraid to move and wake either of them.
The memories came slow, scattered.
Rooftop. Whiskey. Sylas' mouth on mine.
The three of us stumbling into the night, laughter that wasn't really laughter.
The blur of an elevator. A hallway. This bed.
And now, morning.
I stared at the ceiling, letting that familiar question eat its way in: What the hell am I even doing with my life?
The answer was the same as always.
Making a mess.
