Chapter 131 2 Heartbeats

Ethan’s POV Aria had fallen asleep on the old couch in my grandmother’s living room, wrapped in a knitted quilt and the scent of chamomile, her breathing even but still too shallow for my liking. She hadn’t said a word since the incident with the wine, hadn’t protested when I helped her out of her clothes and into something soft and oversized, hadn’t pushed me away when I kissed her temple and held her close until the shaking stopped.