Chapter 41: When Guilt Tastes Like Desire
(Ava’s POV)
How do you convince yourself you’re doing the right thing when your heart already knows you’re not? That question kept looping through my mind as I sat at my desk, my fingers slack over the keyboard, staring blankly at the screen. Last night, I had been wrapped in warmth—Walter’s arms, the comfort of his bed, the false security of thinking things might be normal again. But today? Today felt like I was balancing on the edge of something sharp, something that could slice me open at any second.
No matter how many times I tried to push it away, the memory came back. Damon’s voice, low but furious, vibrating through the room as he slammed his hands on the table. The sharp c***k of ceramic as he broke the mug in his grip. His eyes—God, th
