Chapter 50 Grayson

Grayson
Aria is sitting on the sofa when I walk in, and I smile to myself. She’s grabbed the duvet from our bedroom and she’s drowning in it, her head barely sticking out above the top. She looks up and grins when she sees me walk in, and I pause in front of her.
She stands on top of the sofa, the duvet falling away, revealing the black T-shirt she’s wearing. It’s petty, but I’m happy it’s one of mine, and not one of Noah’s. I love the guy like my own brother, but I’m happy he went back home. I’m happy I get to share this space with Aria again. It’s different when it’s just the two of us.