Ava’s Point of View
I wake up breathless and hot.
Again.
A frustrated groan leaves me as I flop onto my back and drag both hands over my face.
“Oh my God…”
Seriously?
Another dream?
And of course it had to be about him.
Again.
Heat curls through my body as flashes of the dream replay in my head and I immediately groan again, louder this time.
“Nope. Absolutely not.”
I mutter, sitting up abruptly, and shaking my head aggressively like that will somehow erase the images burned into my brain, but of course it doesn’t help, because my stupid brain still remembers every detail.
His hands.
His mouth.
That deep voice against my ear.
The way he looked at me...
My stomach clenches and I shake my head again.
“No. We are not thinking about Damon at…”
I grab my phone from the bedsid
