Chapter 22.
Oakley POV "Do you want anything to drink? I'm sure I have some sort of food here if you're hungry. Are you warm enough? I can turn up the temperature. Do you want the-" "I'm perfect. Calm down and come sit with me," Ava gently urges, cutting off my nervous rambling with a soothing smile. The palms of my shaky hands are sweating profusely, and my heartbeat is pumping a million miles a minute, quite the opposite of Ava's demeanor. She looks so calm as she sits cross-legged on my worn-down couch, looking at me with patient eyes. Calm down? Right, I can do this. It's time to man up Oakley. I choke out a nervous chuckle and swallow the lump in my throat, "Right. Okay." After I almost trip over my own foot, I leave my spot by the front door and stand in front of her. Avoiding eye contac
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