Ava
I want him.
The realization dawns on me as I lie in bed hours later staring at the ceiling of my bedroom like it holds all the answers to the questions running through my mind.
The air conditioner hums softly in the far corner of the room, cool air spilling in from its vents.
My room isn't hot by any means but yet a single bead of sweat rolls down my temple, a testament to the inferno burning deep inside my chest as the weight of my thoughts bear down on me, too heavy to ignore.
After my little self-pep talk in the kitchen, I slipped into my bedroom where I’d been for the last couple of hours.
The events of this afternoon with Nikolai in the kitchen still haunt my mind, and as much I wish I could keep myself in check around him, every semblance of self-control I possess goes fl
