Ava’s POV
When I got home with Steve, the sun was already setting. I was still thinking about everything that happened in the car, still feeling the way his hands had touched me, the way his lips had claimed mine.
But the moment I stepped through the door, I tried to hold back the thought
Zayne and Irish were sitting inside the sitting room clearly enjoying the scene on the TV.
I cleared my throat, seeking for their attention, and their eyes dropped to me, then to Steve that was standing beside me.
“Finally,” Zayne uttered. “You two are back.”
Irish gaze pierced on my body as if he was trying to read through me.
“So?” He asked, tilting his head, a smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did you enjoy the reading, or did something else happen?”
I froze, standing stiff
