Parker stood frozen where she had pushed him, his hands still raised in the air as if he could He stared at the way she pressed herself flat against the wall, chest heaving, eyes wide and terrified, as if he was some kind of monster instead of the boy she used to love.
“Avoid kissing you?” Parker repeated, his voice trembling. He took a step forward, and she flinched visibly. He laughed then, a harsh, jagged sound that held no humor at all. “So that’s it, isn’t it? You pull away like I’m sick. You act like touching you is the worst thing in the world now. Is it because I have nothing to offer you anymore? Is that why?”
“Parker, no… Ava’s voice came out shaky, breathless. She held her hands out in front of her, palms facing him, trying to create a barrier.
“It’s not about what you have
