Chapter Seventy-Two
Ava walked into her hostel, her face flushed and hot. She was extremely grateful that Zaire did not follow her.
Her face was hot with embarrassment and she placed her palm to her face to cool it off, as she threw the bag on the bed and slumped on it, lying on her back.
She stared at the ceiling, breathing softly as a smile slowly broke out on her face. She turned and squealed loudly into a pillow by her side, her squeals muffled by the silk pillows.
She could not believe she had actually kissed Zaire. The memory of them kissing in the hallways flooded her head again. She could almost feel his strong arms holding her tightly to himself, his tongue exploring her mouth, while his hands cupped...
Ava flushed again, turning bright red as a tingle went her spine and heat
