4
Ava’s POV
Noah was going to be the death of me.
I told myself I wasn’t going to let this happen again. That the first night was a mistake. That the following day was even worse. That we’d stop f*****g the way we had been doing for the past two weeks with me enjoying every single moment of it. I was going to stop. I’d promised myself.
But now, as I stood in the dimly lit living room, pinned between the couch and Noah’s body, I knew I was completely, hopelessly screwed.
“You’re avoiding me.” His voice was low, his breath warm against my skin.
I swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. “I’m not.”
He smirked. “Liar.”
I clenched my jaw. “Noah, we have to stop.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. Just tilted his head, studying me like he could see straight through my bullshit.
“Why
