(Ava's POV)
I shouldn’t have even talked to him. What came over me? What was I thinking?
The second I stepped into my room, I slammed the door behind me, as if shutting out the world would erase what had just happened. My breath came in short, uneven bursts as I pressed my back against the door, squeezing my eyes shut. My heart was still pounding, and my skin still tingled from his touch. Walter had been nothing but a flirt, and I—stupidly—had been enchanted by him.
I groaned, pushing off the door and pacing the room.
What made him any better than Damon? He clearly didn’t want anything good. And yet, the way he had looked at me, the way he had spoken as if I was the only person who mattered at that moment—it had gotten to me.
I dropped onto the edge of my bed, gripping my hair in frus
