Ava’s POV
I was curled up on my couch, clutching my stomach as another set of cramps churned through me. I groaned, my face turning in discomfort. Periods were the worst. It felt like my uterus was personally having war against me, and I was losing so badly.
The soft glow of my lamp illuminated across my apartment, and I briefly considered reaching for my phone to distract myself. Instead, I sighed and closed my eyes, willing the pain to pass.
Why do we women have to suffer like this!?
Then, there was a knock at the door. I frowned because I wasn’t expecting anyone. Dragging myself up with great effort, I went to the door and pulled it open.
Before I could react, I was engulfed in a tight embrace.
Logan.
His fresh cologne wrapped around me as he held me close. His arms were firm,
