ARIA’S POVAfter my family members leave, I'm left alone in a separate bedroom. The room itself is comfortable, but the situation feels strange. It’s not what I expected, especially given that Adam and I are supposed to be newlyweds.The idea of being in separate bedrooms, even after just leaving the hospital, seems odd. My mind begins to churn—why would we sleep separately if we were on our honeymoon? Shouldn't we be closer, especially after everything we've been through?But then, I think back to the conversations with Adam and the way he's been treating me with such care and respect. It dawns on me that perhaps he thinks I’m still not ready for that level of intimacy, given my condition.While I appreciate his consideration, I can't help but feel a bit taken aback by the distance. It’s as if a subtle barrier exists between us, one that neither of us is sure how to cross just yet. Maybe he's giving me the space I need to heal, both physically and emotionally. Still, I’m left wonderi
ARIA’S POVAfter a few minutes of sitting in silence, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I switch the TV back on. There's something unsettling about the way I turned it off so abruptly, and I can't shake the feeling that I need to understand what I was seeing.The screen flickers to life, and almost immediately, a news report fills the room. They're talking about someone named Ethan Mitchell, who is lost at sea along with others. The camera shows a somber-faced reporter standing on the shore, speaking about the desperate search efforts and the slim chances of survival.The name Ethan Mitchell doesn’t immediately ring any bells, but there’s a nagging sensation at the back of my mind, like I should know who he is. I try to push the thought away, telling myself that it’s just the after-effects of the accident making me feel uneasy.The doctor warned me that the trauma and impact on my head were severe, that I needed to take things easy and not strain myself trying to remember every
ARIA’S POVAs days pass, I begin to see a side of Adam that I never knew existed. The man who was once my boss, a figure of authority and professionalism, has transformed into someone entirely different. Perhaps it’s the nature of our relationship now, no longer bound by the formalities of an office.There’s something tender and endearing about the way he looks after me, and it’s a change that I can’t help but notice.Adam stays home most of the time, working from home so that he can be close to me. He is always around, making sure I have everything I need, from my meals to the smallest comforts. It’s as if he’s taken on the role of a caretaker, but with an affection that feels genuine and deep.He’s attentive to my needs, always asking about my hobbies, what I enjoy doing, and what I think about. This is a side of him I never saw when we worked together, and it makes me feel incredibly fortunate to have him by my side.“Aria, I am so lucky to have you.”“So am I, Adam.”Those sweet w
ARIA’S POVHaving my family over for dinner feels like a breath of fresh air. The house is filled with laughter and warmth, and for the first time in a long while, everything seems perfect. Neal, Nathan, Dad, and Stella all seem relieved to see me happy, their earlier worries seemingly eased by the sight of me enjoying myself. It’s a comforting feeling, knowing that they are here with me, sharing in this moment of normalcy after all that has happened.“It’s so nice to see you recovering.”“It’s thanks to Adam and his care and all of your support.”As we settle around the dining table, I find myself reminiscing about the good times I used to have with Stella. I turn to her and tell her how much I miss our shopping trips together, the way we used to spend entire afternoons browsing through stores, laughing over the silliest things.“I miss our shopping spree, Stella… Ha! Ha!”She smiles warmly and tells me she misses it too. Adam, ever the thoughtful husband, immediately suggests that w
ARIA’S POVAdam and I have been planning another date, and he asks me where I'd like to go. Without much hesitation, I tell him that I’ve never been to an amusement park. It seems like the perfect way to spend time together, reliving a sense of carefree joy that I’ve been missing. Adam shows me a few different places, but one in particular catches my eye: Brooklyn Beats.Brooklyn Beats isn’t just any amusement park. It has a vibe that’s both laid-back and thrilling, perfectly capturing the essence of the borough. The moment I see the Coney Cyclone, a modern twist on the classic wooden coaster, I know this is the place I want to go.There's something about the blend of nostalgia and excitement that draws me in. Another attraction, the Graffiti Run, intrigues me with its promise of racing through a maze of colorful street art and graffiti-covered walls. The idea of being surrounded by such vibrant, rebellious energy excites me.I’m all smiles as I share my decision with Adam, and he see
ARIA’S POVJust when I thought our day at Brooklyn Beats had come to an end, Adam has one more surprise up his sleeve. As we walk hand in hand through the park, he suddenly stops and turns to me, a playful smile on his lips.“You forgot about dinner?”Oh, yeah. How can I forget about dinner? We only had light snacks, but I wasn’t expecting Adam to arrange for dinner.I nod eagerly, thinking of how perfect this day has been. But what he proposes next leaves me speechless; "Rooftop Eats."I’ve seen of this place when he had asked me to choose the place for today— a rooftop dining area where the city’s skyline becomes the backdrop to every meal. With diverse food options ranging from classic New York-style pizza to gourmet hot dogs, it’s the kind of place that feels both familiar and special. As we make our way to the rooftop, I feel a growing sense of anticipation. The sun is setting, casting a warm, golden light over everything, and the view of the river and the city beyond is breathta
ARIA’S POVAs we drive back home, the air between us is electric, thick with unspoken desire. The tension has been building all night, and now it feels as though it’s about to explode. Every time our gazes meet, it’s like a spark igniting a flame inside me. I can feel the anticipation building, the way his hand occasionally brushes against mine, sending shivers down my spine.My mind is racing with thoughts of what’s to come, and I can barely keep my composure. The city lights blur as we speed through the streets, but all I can focus on is Adam and the way his presence consumes me.Then, suddenly, he pulls the car over to the side of the road. My heart leaps into my throat as he turns to me, his eyes blazing with an intensity I’ve never seen before. He reaches out, cupping my face in his hands, and before I can even process what’s happening, his lips crash against mine.The kiss is everything I’ve been longing for and more. It’s not just a kiss; it’s a release, a culmination of all th
ARIA’S POVAs the first light of dawn begins to filter through the curtains, I find myself nestled against Adam’s chest, our bodies still entwined from the night before. The warmth of his skin against mine, the steady rise and fall of his breath, and the comforting weight of his arm draped over me create a cocoon of contentment that I never want to leave.I can feel the lingering traces of our passion, the way our bodies fit together so perfectly, and a soft smile tugs at my lips as the memory of the night washes over me.The room is quiet, save for the gentle hum of the world waking up outside. I listen to the rhythm of Adam’s heartbeat, each beat echoing the love and tenderness that we shared in the depths of the night. The intensity of our connection, the way we bared our souls to each other, has left me feeling vulnerable yet completely secure. I feel different—more complete, more in tune with him, with us. The walls that once existed between us have crumbled, leaving behind only