Jack
As soon as those words leave my mouth, Ava's expression darkens, but I couldn't pretend to give a f**k about what she thinks.
“Who is she?” she grinds out, and I barely held back from rolling my eyes at her entitled question.
Instead, I turn to her with a raised brow. A humourless chuckle leaves my lips as my eyes flash back to Willow, who is sitting quietly across from me, fiddling her thumb nervously.
I hate that she has to pretend in front of her friend, but I am yet to understand the dynamics of their friendship, so for her sake I am willing to play along, just until she musters up the courage to tell Ava how she truly feels about me.
If she doesn't, though, then I have no qualms telling the whole world that she is mine.
Mine.
The thought leaves a tingle of excitement runni
