Chapter 35:

Arya wanted to avoid Devon, but it didn't seem possible, because he was right there, in his usual morning couch, why did he even like that plushy soft red laced couch?

He was there, sipping through his morning coffee, or was it Cocoa? But, she could see the bubbles forming at the entrance, the seam that bubbles out of the mug.

While, she was seating on the other chair, swiping through her phone, could her life just go better than this?

If only, she could bring up an excuse and just leave, no one said a word about last night, and it was suffocating when no one said anything.

Just damn say something. She flapped her lips together, trying to think of a word to say.

Your shirt looks good?

You sip your coffee sexy? Nope. Typical fatty nope.

And, then, she checked her phone.

"Holy shit!" If she was drinking that hot cocoa or coffee or whatever it was, she would have choked the entire content right at him and have to explain why.

He finally looked up from his papers, his aura winding all ove