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AVA
My back was to Liam. I could hear his breathing quietly behind me.
Neither of us said a word. The sheet twisted around my hips, warm with the scent of him, and my thighs still ached from everything we did hours ago. My body remembered before my mind could push it away: his mouth on mine, him inside me, the way we clung to each other like it meant something.
Maybe it did, but we weren’t saying that. Not now or anytime soon. He moved. The mattress shifted and I closed my eyes tighter.
“Ava…” he said my name softly.
I didn’t answer.
There was a long pause, then the creak of the bed as he got up, followed by the shuffle of clothes being pulled on. He didn’t touch me, neither did he ask me to stay. The front door opened and closed five minutes later. Only then did I breathe again.
