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Remy closed his eyes. Whatever Ava-inspired dreams he’d had, had carried over into his waking thoughts. They were all of Ava. Underneath. On top. Against the wall.
God, how he loved her against the wall.
And now, he couldn’t seem to keep it together. Just watching her climb the steps had him clenching his fist to keep from reaching out. And then she glanced back and smiled. She knew. The little savage knew.
Remy paused, remembering when he’d first called her that. She was frustrated then, never coming close to taking him down no matter how hard she fought. Hoping to use the element of surprise to her advantage, she waited for him outside his barracks. But he spotted her and swung around, just as she was ready to strike. Catching her wrist, he twisted it behind her, bringing him close
