Ava
It was well after sundown, and I had given up on expecting Chris to come over like he had said. He still hadn’t shown up, and it was getting so late that I thought maybe he got sidetracked or simply forgot.
Truthfully, I wasn’t even sure why I had said yes. After what Leonard had said earlier, I was hesitant to spend too much time together—whether to quell any suspicions about my ‘relationship’ with Chris or to keep myself from losing control around him, I wasn’t sure.
Maybe he knew that. Maybe that was why he hadn’t come.
But it was when I was already in my pajamas and curled up on the couch with a book that I heard a knock on the door. Frowning, I got up and peered through the window to see Chris standing on the stoop, sheepishly holding a bottle of red wine in his ha
