Ava watched the clock on her bathroom vanity tick, tick ever closer to the time that Noah was meant to pick her up. And, still, she stayed rooted in her spot, sunk nose deep in her bathtub as the previously scalding water became increasingly lukewarm.
She was undoubtedly stalling, but she didn’t know where the source of her reticence came from. Her first date with Noah had been…amazing from start to finish. Not much had happened after they’d finished their ice cream, but he’d taken her back to the club and, unlike last time, he didn’t ask for a kiss.
He’d wanted one, she was pretty sure. Spending as much as she did living in a building that was perpetually filled with horny men, Ava had gotten fairly good at recognizing when someone was interested in her. What she wasn’t used to
