Ava's POV
By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was exhausted.
Not Venezuela exhausted.
Not thirty-six hours awake, surviving on caffeine and spite exhausted.
Just normal exhausted.
The kind I was beginning to appreciate.
Blaze shut off my Mustang.
I looked at him.
“You know, eventually you're going to remember this is my car.”
“Nope.”
“You have your own vehicle.”
“Yep.”
“So why do you keep driving mine?”
He opened his door.
“Because you let me.”
“I do not let you.”
He climbed out.
“You hand me the keys.”
“You take the keys.”
“Same thing.”
“It is absolutely not the same thing.”
"Darlin, if your ass is letting me take the damn things. It sure as f**k the same thing."
I laughed a little.
His door shut.
I sat there staring through the windshield.
Marriage.
What
