“I hope this is okay,” he said, lifting the plate of food.
“It’s fine,” Ava gritted out, determined to hold onto her anger. “Are you going to leave so I can get dressed?” she asked impatiently.
“Oh, right,” Marcus muttered, looking embarrassed as he stood up and put the plate on her desk. “I’ll be right outside. Let me know when you’re done.”
Once he’d left the room, Ava went through the process of changing―a process that shouldn’t have been as tiring and difficult as it was. Wearing a comfortable blue sweater, light denim mom jeans, and white sneakers, Ava stomped over to her door and flung it open, not bothering to tell Marcus he could come in before she stalked back to her bed and sat down.
Marcus walked into the room, going straight to her desk where the peanut butter sandwiche
