AVA

I stirred up from sleep, my body ached but in a good way. Slowly, I turned my face away from the blinding sunlight, slipping through the transparent curtain.

My face met with his, his arms draped across my waist tightly like he was scared I was going to leave.

My stomach curled as the flashes from yesterday appeared, his voice, his stare, the way it lingered and his voice, the way he called my name. A faint smile tugged on my lips.

I didn't want to move from my position, I didn't want the ...