Aria groaned, kicking the silk duvet off her legs in frustration.
It was 4:12 AM. She was lying flat on her back, staring blankly up at the dark ceiling, incapable of falling asleep.
Her lower abdomen throbbed with a vicious, dull ache. Day two of her period was always a relentless nightmare. She had ditched the pajamas entirely, currently tossing and turning in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black cotton underwear, clutching a pillow tightly against her stomach.
But honestly? The cramps weren't even the worst part of her night.
"Ew," Aria whispered into the dark, cringing into her mattress.
Her brain, completely unprovoked, had just forced her to imagine Diana Sinclair and Richard hooking up.
It was the ultimate ick.
