Fuck! In my hand through my hair as I watch her sleep. Tears tracks were still visible on her cheeks and
it breaks me seeing her so broken.
Ava has always been fucking good at hiding her feelings. Today she didn’t and it was fucking raw. It was
drowning her and without even her realizing it, she was drowning me along with her.
I take a seat near her sleeping form. I push my fingers through her hair as I massage her scalp gently.
How the fuck have I never realized how soft and thick her hair is? It was bliss just touching it.
She sighs in her sleep in contentment. Her face relaxed. All the pain from earlier melted away. In her
sleep, she’s at a peace. She doesn’t have shadows accosting her.
I know it’s fucking creepy, but watching her sleep has become my favorite thing. I did the same thing
yesterday and here I am doing it today. She’s so beautiful it hurts. Even with dark under eyes, she’s still
stunning. I don’t know the fuck I ever thought she couldn’t compare to Emma.
I softly kiss her cheeks before standing up. I am reluctant to leave. I fight the part of me that wants to pull
the covers and slide in next to her. I don’t know where this need is coming from. It was never there when
we were married. Back then, I didn’t want her next to me. I always avoided cuddling. Right now though,
it’s all I can fucking think of.
I force myself to leave her room and walk out of her house. Taking a breath, I contemplate going back,
but I don’t. I know she won’t appreciate me being in bed with her. She might have accepted my comfort,
but that doesn’t mean she’s forgiven me for my part in hurting her.
I haven’t even asked for her forgiveness for heaven’s sake. I should and I will. I just need her to be more
stable when I do.
I take out my phone and call my twin. He picks up on the first ring.
“Meet me at the club” I tell him before hanging up.
I don’t have to wait for his reply. I just know that he will be there.
I give Ava’s house one last look before I jump into my car and drive away. About half an hour later, I’m at
one of my clubs. I enter through the VIP entrance that’s only meant for me, Gabe and any of the visitors
“Sir” the bouncer greets. I nod at him then enter the club.
The damn music was loud and it was giving me a headache. Moving fast as the bouncer parts the way for
me, we get to my private booth where things are much quieter.
He proceeds to stand guard at the entrance. It’s not once or twice that women tried gate crashing just to
get free drinks.
My personal bartender walks in with my drink and hands it to me. I don’t have to tell him what I take, he
already knows. Just like he knows what Gabe and Travis take
“What’s got you in such foul mood?” Gabe asks walking in.
younger than me by three minutes. While he’s the outgoing and social one. I’m the brooding
“Nothing” I mumble leaning back in my chair.
I still can’t get the fucking image of Ava on the cliff. The way she was so close to the edge. It all but killed
me when she took a hesitant step forward. The fear that had encased me was like nothing like I’ve ever
felt. It was tangible and it suffocated me
My heart honestly stopped and I saw my fucking life flash before my eyes. She was so broken and I
wanted nothing more than to piece her back together.
I don’t know what I would have done if I had been late. I don’t know why, but I know that if she had died
then my heart would have died with her.