Three days passed.
Three long, frustrating days.
Not because Ava and Noah were avoiding each other anymore.
That phase had ended.
The problem was almost worse.
They were acting normal.
Too normal.
They ate breakfast together.
Watched movies together.
Spent afternoons reading in the same room.
Talked.
Laughed.
Teased each other.
Everything looked harmless.
Everything looked innocent.
And somehow that made it more dangerous.
Because every day they became more comfortable.
More attached.
More dependent on each other's presence.
The feelings weren't fading.
They were settling in.
Becoming permanent.
Ava knew it.
Noah knew it.
Neither talked about it.
Because talking about it would make it real.
And reality was already complicated enough.
Friday evening arrived with a
