Ava’s Point of View
I gasp softly as I wake up.
My heart is racing in my chest, my skin feels hot and my breathing is uneven.
For a few seconds I just lie there staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Or rather…
What the hell I just dreamed.
I press the back of my hand against my forehead.
“Oh my God…”
I whisper and the dream replays in my mind before I can stop it.
I’m back in that motel room, the same room from that night.
The light is dim, the smell of whiskey and his cologne surrounds me.
His dark eyes watching me, his tongue all over my body...
The slow, amlost predatory smile on his face.
My hands sliding up his chest and his muscles tensing under my touch...
The way he kissed me, his hand gripping my waist, the other tangled in my h
