Aria pov
"You are terrified." Olivia nodded. "I get it. But Aria, you can't live in fear forever. At some point, you have to decide whether you're going to let the past control your future or whether you're going to be brave enough to risk your heart again."
"I hate when you're right."
She grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. The fabric made a soft rustling sound. I could smell her perfume—something light and clean that reminded me of the hospital where we'd first met years ago. "Get used to it." She stood, stretching. "Now, I have rounds at the hospital, but tonight we're having wine and you're telling me everything. Including whether you two finally had sex again."
"Olivia!"
"What? I'm invested in this story now!" She laughed. "Plus, you two have enough chemistry to set off smoke alarms. It's inevitable."
