Aria POV
"I will." He picked up his wine glass, the wine swirled dark and red. "Every day until you say yes."
I grabbed my own glass. It was still half full. The wine had warmed to room temperature as I headed for my room. "Goodnight, Damien."
"Goodnight, Aria."
I closed my bedroom door and leaned against it my heart pounding.
Two Days Later - Morning
I woke to voices in the kitchen, again.
This was becoming a pattern. Damien cooking breakfast, Noah chattering, the smell of coffee and something burning. The acrid scent drifted down the hallway, mixing with the sweeter scent of vanilla and cinnamon.
I smiled despite myself and got up. The floor was cool under my feet. Morning light spilled through the bedroom windows, painting everything gold.
