**Gavin’s POV**
*Gavin, whatever you do, don't trust Ava.*
The words burned into my retinas like a brand. My chest heaved as I stared down at the glowing screen, my pulse hammering in my ears so violently it drowned out the room.
"Who is texting you this late?" Ava’s voice cut through the dark, sickeningly sweet, yet laced with an edge of desperation.
I snapped my head up, locking eyes with her. The faint thread of tolerance I had been clinging to snapped entirely. "Since when do I need your permission on where to sleep in my own boyfriend house?"
Her expression faltered. "Gavin, you must be joking—"
I didn't let her finish. what is wrong with you who is your boyfriend I asked I swung my legs out of bed, threw the covers back, and flicked on the overhead light. The stark glare expose
