Deric
The sheets were warm and tangled around Ava’s legs, her hair fanned out across the pillow like flames. Her chest rose and fell softly in sleep, while I felt my anger boiling in my gut. I sat at the edge of the bed, bare except for my underwear, phone clenched tight in my hand as I stared at the last message I’d sent.
Still no reply.
Elyra had read it. I saw the damn read receipt. But nothing. Not a single word back. My thumb hovered over the screen, ready to fire off something colder, harsher, but I held back. What was the point? She won’t still reply. Typical Elyra. Spoilt and stubborn.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. My gaze moved back to Ava.
I should’ve stayed. Curled back into that bed, pulled her into my arms, inhaled her scent until morning. But the buzzing in
