Aria's POV
The familiar scent of West's space enveloped me, a comforting reminder of the restful nights I'd spent here. 'This room has a way of lulling me into the best sleep,' I thought, the words echoing in my mind like a gentle lullaby. But little did I know, last night's confession would set the tone for an awkward morning. I opened my eyes to the unsettling realization that I'd bared my soul to Alpha West, yet somehow, the fear of his judgment was overshadowed by the sense of safety his presence brought. I felt his peaceful slumber beside me. My eyes drifted to him, and I was captivated by the serenity etched on his face. My fingers seemed to move of their own accord, tracing the sharp angles of his jaw, the fullness of his lips. Time stood still as I got lost in the contours of his face, until his eyes fluttered open, and our gazes met – I knew I'd been caught in the act, my heart skipping a beat as our eyes locked."
In mere seconds, I found myself under him on the bed, “Aria,
