Aria's POV
From the living room came the sound of Noah narrating an elaborate dinosaur battle to an audience of stuffed animals, his voice rising and falling with dramatic intensity.
Damien caught my eye over my shoulder, and the corner of his mouth lifted.
"Together," he said.
"Together," I agreed.
That single word, worn smooth by use, was somehow enough. Then his phone buzzed on the counter.
He picked it up with one hand still resting on my waist, and I felt his whole body go rigid before I'd even seen the screen.
I turned. An unknown number. No message — just a video clip, ten seconds long, shot from somewhere close. Our kitchen window. The two of us at the counter, him with his arms around me, me looking up at him. Close enough to see our faces. Clear enough to read our lips.
And at the bottom of the screen, a single caption.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
