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Deirdre slammed her spoon on the edge of her bowl. Soup sloshed against the rim.

"That’s it," she muttered.

She stood up, shoved her chair back with a loud scrape, and stormed out of the dining room. Her heels clacked sharply against the floor as she moved, every step louder than necessary.

"Alexander!"

He heard her coming. He didn’t flinch.

Ava still sat beside him, her head on his chest, hands clutched in his. Her eyes were closed like she was bracing herself.

The door burst open.

"Alexander, I have had enough of this sulking!"

Deirdre stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, face twisted in that tight, scornful look she wore too often around Ava. Her lipstick looked too red, too forced. Her perfectly curled hair trembled with her fury.

He didn’t move.

"Lunch is cold!" she snapped. "And you’re sitting here like a child sulking in his room? What is wrong with you?"

He gently let go of Ava’s hand and stood up. Slowly. Carefully. But when he spoke, his voice was sharp.

"What’s wron
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  • Ava, My Heart   39

    Alexander stayed on the bed for a long time.He didn’t know how long. Minutes, maybe more. His phone sat beside him, screen dark, like it was waiting for him to do something smart. He rubbed his face, dragged his hands through his hair, breathing slow, trying to get his body to calm down.The allergy eased. His chest stopped burning. His throat stopped tightening.The damage didn’t.The bathroom door stayed shut.He stood eventually, walked to it, stopped inches away. He could hear her moving inside. A drawer opening. Water running. Small sounds that said she was fine. That she didn’t need him right now.He knocked lightly.“Ava,” he said. “Can we talk?”Nothing.“I’m not asking to fight,” he added quickly. “I just want to explain.”Silence.He leaned his forehead against the door. “I messed up. I know that. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”Still nothing.He straightened, jaw tight, then tried again. “I was scared. That doesn’t make it okay. I know. But I wasn’t trying to hurt you.

  • Ava, My Heart   38

    The knock came when Ava was halfway through tying her hair.She paused, elastic between her fingers, then glanced at Alexander. He was standing by the dresser, pulling on a clean T-shirt, moving slower than usual because of his side.“I’ll get it,” she said.He nodded, distracted, still focused on his ribs.Ava padded to the door barefoot and opened it without thinking. A delivery guy stood there holding a medium-sized box, brown paper wrapping, a neat white card taped to the top.“Delivery for Alexander Reed.”“That’s us,” Ava said, smiling. “Thank you.”She closed the door with her hip and carried the box into the room, already curious. It wasn’t heavy. It smelled… nice. Soft. Sweet.She set it on the bed.Alexander turned.The second his eyes landed on the box, something in him snapped.“No,” he said sharply.Ava blinked. “What?”“Don’t open that.”She laughed a little, confused. “Relax. It’s probably a gift. You get packages all the time.”“Ava,” he said louder now, crossing the r

  • Ava, My Heart   37

    Ava barely had time to breathe before Alexander’s lips claimed hers again.This time, it was deeper. Slower. Like he was drinking her in.His hand curled around the back of her neck, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel the warmth of his palm, the slight tremble in his fingers...reminding her he wasn’t fully healed. But he kissed her like he didn’t care. Like the bruises on his ribs, the stitched-up wound on his side, meant nothing. His lips moved with purpose, dragging heat up her spine.“Alex…” she whispered against his mouth, breathless.He didn’t stop.He kissed her again, slower this time, his lips brushing hers like a question. His other hand found her waist, fingers splayed wide, sliding under the hem of her shirt. When his skin met hers, a sharp breath hitched in her throat. It was electric. And it was real.Her shirt rode up as he moved, his touch lingering, trailing up her side until his fingers brushed the clasp of her bra. He paused...eyes moving up to meet he

  • Ava, My Heart   36

    Alexander and his friends were in the living room later that night, controllers in hand, trash-talking each other like they were back in their college dorms. The PS5 had this low hum, the flat screen flashing with color as their characters shot across the battlefield. Every now and then, someone cursed or cheered loudly, and laughter bounced off the walls.Ava had cleaned up the dining area by herself. She’d waved off Jake when he offered to help. She needed the distraction. She needed something normal to do with her hands. Something calm.The smell of lemon and garlic still clung faintly to the air, but the warmth of the evening had cooled down. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, and Ava’s muscles were aching a little.She wiped her damp hands on a dish towel and paused at the hallway. Something tugged at her.She didn’t want to do it. She really didn’t. But she also couldn’t ignore it.Deirdre.The guest room door was shut. Not locked. Ava stood in front of it for a second. S

  • Ava, My Heart   35

    Deirdre stayed.Not that Ava expected a thank you.For three days, the woman remained under their roof, floating around like she owned every inch of space. She barely spoke to Ava, which Ava was more than fine with. If anything, she was relieved. It meant no snide comments, no backhanded remarks, no ice-pick stares.Still, the silence was loud.Ava avoided her as much as possible. She kept herself busy in the kitchen, rearranged books on shelves that didn’t need rearranging, cleaned windows that weren’t dirty. If Deirdre entered the living room, Ava found somewhere else to be. If she was walking down the hallway, Ava took the stairs.Alexander noticed. And he hated it.He'd been growing more restless by the day. Still not fully recovered, still stiff when he moved, but stronger. Healthier. Pacing sometimes. Silent sometimes. Watching Ava like she might disappear."You don’t even walk freely in your own house," he said one morning, jaw clenched.Ava just smiled and kissed his cheek. "I

  • Ava, My Heart   34

    Deirdre slammed her spoon on the edge of her bowl. Soup sloshed against the rim."That’s it," she muttered.She stood up, shoved her chair back with a loud scrape, and stormed out of the dining room. Her heels clacked sharply against the floor as she moved, every step louder than necessary."Alexander!"He heard her coming. He didn’t flinch.Ava still sat beside him, her head on his chest, hands clutched in his. Her eyes were closed like she was bracing herself.The door burst open."Alexander, I have had enough of this sulking!"Deirdre stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, face twisted in that tight, scornful look she wore too often around Ava. Her lipstick looked too red, too forced. Her perfectly curled hair trembled with her fury.He didn’t move."Lunch is cold!" she snapped. "And you’re sitting here like a child sulking in his room? What is wrong with you?"He gently let go of Ava’s hand and stood up. Slowly. Carefully. But when he spoke, his voice was sharp."What’s wron

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