Steve’s POV
Ava’s scream sends a jolt of panic through me. Without thinking, I shove the bathroom door open, ready to tear apart anything that hurt her. But the second my eyes land on her, I freeze.
She’s on the floor, her back against the sink, her pants pushed down to her thighs. Her soft, bare skin is exposed to me, and my breath catches.
Damn.
Heat rushes through my body, tightening every muscle. My fists clench at my sides as I force myself to breathe, to focus, but it’s impossible. She’s right there, looking up at me with wide, embarrassed eyes, her lips slightly parted.
I clear my throat, trying to focus. “What happened?” My voice comes out rougher than I intended.
Ava swallows, avoiding my gaze. “I…I saw a cockroach,” she mumbles, her voice small. “It ran past me, and I freak
