Aria glanced at me, noticing the shift in my expression. "Everything okay?" she asked, her hand resting lightly on my thigh, her fingers tracing small, absent circles as if trying to read my mood through touch.
I stared at the screen for a second longer. It really felt like Sofia had something urgent to say. The message was short, but the urgency in those words was clear.
Sofia — the Latina woman I had shared a very steamy, very risky session with at the store she worked at, right in front of her husband, was reaching out.
"Yeah, everything's okay," I said, flipping the phone upside down on the seat beside me, trying to push the message out of my mind for now.
"Who was it?" Aria asked, her tone casual but with a hint of curiosity as she leaned a little closer, her perfume subtly filling the space between us.
"It was Michael," I lied smoothly. "He was asking why we aren't both at college today."
