Ava couldn't stop thinking about what Noah had said at the lake.
The only question left was what happened when they finally stopped pretending otherwise.
The words followed her home.
Followed her through dinner.
Followed her into bed.
And now, at nearly midnight, they still refused to leave.
The house was quiet.
The kind of quiet that only existed after everyone had fallen asleep.
The kind that made every thought louder.
Every feeling stronger.
Ava stared at the ceiling.
Trying to sleep.
Trying not to think.
Failing miserably.
Because every road led back to Noah.
Again.
Always Noah.
Eventually she gave up.
With a sigh, she climbed out of bed and slipped out of her room.
The hallway was dark.
Silent.
Moonlight spilled through the windows.
For some reason her feet carri
