[You should have gotten with this one sooner]
"Quiet!" She hissed like anyone but her could hear and see her system.
Yanking her cloth belt over her waist again, she gave a shaky exhale.
Aria had not expected to feel this… disoriented.
Standing before the tall bronze mirror, her fingers fumbled slightly with the fastening at the back of her dress, her reflection staring back at her like someone she only half-recognized.
Behind her was the rough, king-sized bed. A bed which she and Leander had used thoroughly.
Warmth settled in her cheeks again from how she moaned his name under him, how she let him claim her over and over.
But the system was right; Her golden hair, still loose, fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her green eyes looked brighter than they had in weeks clearer, warmer, and far too alive for someone who had spent the past three nights pretending she was not making a series of very questionable decisions.
