2
Noah’s POV
I woke up hard.
Which wasn’t exactly new, but this morning, there was a reason for it.
A damn good reason.
Ava.
Flashes of last night slammed into me the second I opened my eyes—her moans in my mouth, her nails scraping down my back, the way she gasped my name when I buried myself inside her.
Jesus.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, exhaling slowly. What the hell had we done?
More importantly—how the hell was I supposed to act normal after that?
The house was quiet when I finally rolled out of bed. Ethan’s guest room was small as hell, barely enough space for my duffel bag and the pile of clothes I’d kicked off last night in a rush to get to Ava.
I smirked. I hadn’t even been thinking. At least not exactly. I just followed my instinct based in what I’d been feeling f
