Ava Slipping into Chris’s office, I was met with his beaming face from behind his desk. Instantly, I felt my stomach clench. Goddess, he was so handsome. I hated the thought of having to end our relationship so soon when it had barely even had a chance to blossom. “There you are!” he exclaimed,
But still, I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. Not when those green eyes were staring at me, not when those cool hands were gripping mine so tightly. Instead, I simply smiled and sipped my gin and tonic. “I know. I was only teasing you.” Chris seemed to let out a breath that neither of us
Ava Chris’s mouth hung open in surprise, his eyebrows hiking up in response to my request. For a few moments, a tense silence hung between us, filled only with the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears. “A separate room?” he finally blurted out incredulously, placing his hands on his narrow
Ava I tried to hide the mess quickly and haphazardly, but it didn’t matter; it was already too late. Chris had already seen the stained sheets and the look of panic on my face. For several moments, a tense silence hung between us as I stood there, clutching my ball of bloodied sheets with my nig
Ava Chris and I stepped off of the ferry for the second time in a week, and were instantly met with the hustle and bustle of the human world. Cars and motorcycles zoomed past, high-rise buildings stretched up into the sky, the sounds of street musicians and people talking and all the other sounds
Turning, I felt my cheeks redden beneath his gaze. “Oh, we should probably get to the hotel—” “The hotel can wait,” he said with a wave of his hand. He was already walking over to the shop door and pulling it open. “Besides, I like watching you try on new clothes.” There was no arguing that, I s
Ava When Chris finally set me back on my feet, I was too dumbfounded to speak. Here, in front of the flashing cameras and chanting paparazzi, he had… kissed me? Publicly? To be spread all over the media? I felt like a puppet in his arms at that moment. Even when he finally ushered me inside and
My voice trailed off, my words catching in my throat. Part of me wanted to tell him now—to rip off the bandaid, to finally reveal what Degas had warned me about. To reveal that I thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be the best to say goodbye on good terms now and look back on these past weeks t