Ava’s POV
Cameron whirls me across the dancefloor and we slip through a side door that I hadn’t noticed before that leads into a small hallway.
Gripping my hand, Cameron leads me down the hallway and into a door at the very end while I try my best not to trip on my heels in my eagerness to escape the crowd and have alone time with my mate.
I barely have time to register the spacious living room style area before Cameron closes the door behind me and lifts me off my feet and against the door, pressing his lips against mine.
Trying to touch him as much as possible in my desire to be one with him, I lift my leg up to wrap around his waist without thinking, and I hear the sound of fabric ripping. I pull back with a gasp of horror.
Cameron places me gently back onto the floor, his hands
