Andria's POV
I stared at him, torn between amusement and disbelief. "You're unbelievable."
"And yet, you're still standing here."
He wasn't wrong. The truth was, Aven had a kind of gravity I couldn't fight. He was both warmth and storm, the sort of contradiction that made you want to step closer even when you knew you shouldn't.
But deep inside, I was troubled. I had nowhere to stay for the holidays, I couldn't go back to the Falcons, and I sure can't stay with the Alpha successors.
Then I remembered Lady Eskareth. We had a lot to talk about, and maybe I would ask if it were possible for me to spend the holidays in her home.
I brushed off the worry, and I smiled faintly. "I'll think about it."
"That's not a no?" he asked, his face laced with anxiety.
"It's not a yes either."
"Progress," he said, grinning.
By then, we had reached his dorm. He stopped in front of the door and turned to me, expression softening. "Come in for a bit?"
