The pharmacy was too bright, too sterile.
Ava walked beside Liam, her arms wrapped around herself like a shield. She could feel the weight of his presence, the way his suit brushed against her sleeve with every step. He didn’t touch her. Didn’t speak. But the tension between them was a living thing, crackling like static.
They stopped in front of the pregnancy tests. Ava reached for the same brand as before, but Liam’s hand shot out, grabbing a different box. “This one. It’s more accurate.”
She didn’t argue. Didn’t have the energy. She let him pay, let him guide her back to his car with a hand at the small of her back—possessive, even in public.
The ride to his penthouse was silent. Ava stared out the window, city blurring past. She should’ve been thinking about the test, about the lif
