Ava’s POV
He didn’t walk out of that bathroom.
He hunted me down.
Water was still dripping off from our body when he lifted me like I weighed nothing, so quickly. He slid one arm under my thighs and the other arm crushed me against his chest so tight that I could feel his heart beating really hard.
My soaked hair was stuck to my face, my neck, and my boobs. Every drop of water that fell from his skin felt like fire where it landed on my body. My hear was beating fast that I thought it would jump out from my body, but it wasn’t just fear anymore.
It was surrender.
And I hated how much my body wanted it.
He threw me on the bed.
I landed hard on the bed. My legs fell open as I fell on the bed. The bedsheets were ruined instantly, cold and slick under my back.
I looked up through
