You really love collecting trauma, don’t you, Stray?

Aria’s POV

Next morning I wasn’t sure how I even made it to class. My legs felt like lead, my head a heavy, throbbing ache. Every muscle in my body protested, screaming for the oblivion of sleep, but the lingering presence of Zayne, the phantom warmth of his body beside me, had made rest impossible...

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