She didn't want to deal with any awkward interactions when he came out. A few moments later, she heard the rustling of clothes and the faint creak of the door as it opened and closed again. The room fell silent, indicating that Lucien had left.
Aria sat up slowly, the stillness amplifying the sound of her own heartbeat. Her face felt inexplicably warm, and she pressed her hands to her cheeks in frustration. "Oh, God," she whispered to herself. "How am I supposed to survive sharing a room with him?"
