Aria's Pov
I used to sleep beneath the lush comforters with the best of dreams. Ones of a life away from knowing the different metals used for arrowheads and how to make a garrote out of anything within a range of five feet. But tonight, I could only focus on the way his fingers left that invisible weight on my body. Not only my chest, that still ached for more of his grip, but for my calf and waist that became a staple in the night as well. It left me tossing in the hopes the sheets may compensate for the feeling of his fingers. But still, nothing could rival the effect of Steele.
And I was beginning to understand that nothing ever would.
I began to accept this before daybreak with my only hope for rest being that of a distraction. Something that didn’t come in the form of a six-foot
