Ava’s Point of View
For a few seconds, I just stand there, staring at the closed door.
He actually just left.
After everything that happened between us last night, after everything he said, after everything I thought I saw in his eyes... After everything that happened this morning...
He just wished me happy birthday and walked away. Just like that.
My gaze moves to the stairs, and without me even realizing it my fingers brush over my lips. As soon as it registers I quickly pull my hand back.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I mutter to myself but I immediately think about the way he looked at me right before he literally ran away, the way his voice softened when he said it...
Happy birthday, beautiful.
My heart does a stupid little flip and I immediately shake my head, running a ha
