Playing the Good Girl

~Aria~

Alright, folks.

The next day shit wasn’t funny.

It was visitation fucking day.

I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a very enthusiastic truck—every muscle ached in this soft, secret way that made me blush just thinking about why.

Damian was already up, leaning against the window in just his boxers, scrolling his phone like he owned the place (which, honestly, he kind of does in my