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A soft creak of the front door woke her. Ava’s eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, and the world was blurry, fuzzy around the edges. She blinked, and at first, she thought she was imagining it. But then she smelled him. That unmistakable scent. Alexander.

Her chest seized. Her stomach dropped. She tried to sit up, but her limbs were too heavy, her brain still clouded from sleep. And then she felt him. Not really touching her yet, just near, a presence that made her heart hammer against her ribs like it wanted to escape.

She stretched her arms instinctively, the blankets tangling around her, and felt the ghost of his touch.

“Alex?” she murmured, voice hoarse.

He crouched slightly, adjusting the duvet around her like she was fragile porcelain. One hand moved to tuck a strand of hair from her face, brushing it gently behind her ear. The faintest warmth, the softest motion. She inhaled sharply, heart in her throat, instinctively wrapping herself around him.

“I… I’m here,” he said,
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  • Ava, My Heart   43

    A soft creak of the front door woke her. Ava’s eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, and the world was blurry, fuzzy around the edges. She blinked, and at first, she thought she was imagining it. But then she smelled him. That unmistakable scent. Alexander.Her chest seized. Her stomach dropped. She tried to sit up, but her limbs were too heavy, her brain still clouded from sleep. And then she felt him. Not really touching her yet, just near, a presence that made her heart hammer against her ribs like it wanted to escape.She stretched her arms instinctively, the blankets tangling around her, and felt the ghost of his touch.“Alex?” she murmured, voice hoarse.He crouched slightly, adjusting the duvet around her like she was fragile porcelain. One hand moved to tuck a strand of hair from her face, brushing it gently behind her ear. The faintest warmth, the softest motion. She inhaled sharply, heart in her throat, instinctively wrapping herself around him.“I… I’m here,” he said,

  • Ava, My Heart   42

    Ava sat on the edge of the bed, legs curled beneath her, staring at the muted glow of her phone. The numbers on the screen flickered like they might mean something if she looked long enough, but there were no messages, no missed calls, nothing. It was 3 a.m., and the house was empty, the silence pressing against her like a physical weight. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, occasional creaks of the floorboards settling breaking the quiet now and then.She had left the lights off. Streetlight spilled through the curtains, a thin line of weak illumination across the floor, and for a moment, she wondered why it seemed so cruel, like it was showing her everything she didn’t want to see.No car passed. No footsteps on the street. No barking dog. Nothing.Her chest ached, tight and uneven. Every heartbeat reminded her of the argument over the lilies, over the words he had shouted at her. Careless. That word kept echoing in her mind. She should have seen it differently. Sh

  • Ava, My Heart   41

    The bedroom was a literal battlefield, thick with the smell of sweat and the rhythmic, violent protest of the bed frame slamming against the wall. Alexander wasn’t just moving; he was trying to escape his own skin, his hands digging so deep into the mattress that his nails threatened to tear the fabric. He hovered over her, his face a mask of dripping sweat and raw, unhinged frustration, his chest heaving with every jagged breath. His muscles were corded and straining, the tension in his shoulders showing the sheer effort of his internal fight...a fight he was losing with every second.June looked up at him from the pillows, her eyes wide and predatory, her lips pulled back in a sharp, triumphant grin that said she knew exactly what she had done to him. She reached up, her fingers tangling painfully in his hair, pulling his head down with a jerk until his ear was pressed against her mouth, her hot breath burning his skin. She felt the way he trembled, the way his body was reactin

  • Ava, My Heart   40

    Alexander sat at the bar, elbow resting on the counter, drink in hand. The amber liquid burned his throat, sharp and bitter, but it was doing something. Clearing his head, loosening the weight in his chest. Ava’s words from the morning...the argument over the flowers...kept looping. Careless. Always putting her on the defensive. He’d tried calling her, texting, walking into the room, but she’d shut him out. Each unanswered attempt made the pit in his stomach grow.He took another sip, staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror behind the bar. Bruises along his ribs, fatigue in his posture, tension in his jaw. He shouldn’t have come out. Not after last night. Not after the fight. But he couldn’t stay alone.And then he felt her before he saw her. June.She slid onto the stool beside him like she belonged there. Smooth, confident, impossibly poised, all sharp edges and soft smiles at once. She had that way of tilting her head, lips curved, eyes tracking him like she already owne

  • 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

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