Hard Decisions

ARYA'S POV I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and all morning, I kept replaying it in my head. I couldn't forget the feel of his hands on my face or the desperation in every touch. In the kitchen, I was supposed to be making breakfast, but I burned the toast twice. "Arya, are you alright?" Mom asked, rescuing the smoking bread from the toaster. "You seem distracted." I shook my head. "I'm fine. Just tired." But I wasn't fine. I was a mess. Later, I tried to play with Dante in the nursery, but I couldn't focus. He kept showing me his toys and laughing, and I kept drifting off, thinking about Giovanni's face when I pulled away from him on the balcony. "Mama, more!" Dante demanded, shoving a block at me. I blinked, snapping out of it. "Right, yes. More blocks." Christabel noticed too when she came to visit. "Are you sick? You seem weird." "I'm not sick." I forced a tight smile. She didn't look like she believed. "You're acting weird. Your eyes are all dreamy." "They are not." I sho