Oh Dear...

Priorities

Ava's POV

Did I mention he's perfect?

No.

I would never because we have been best friends since kindergarten.

He sees me as a sister.

And I see him as my future husband.

But, it'll never happen.

He guided me into the house and immediately went to the bathroom running me a hot bath.

He knows the drill.

I've had my heart broken so many times he must be doggone tired.

Or tired of me.

He runs the bath and gets me a fluffy towel.

He walks out and I strip and get in.

Oh.

That is soothing.

But, tears run down my face.

Why can't I be with him.

Why can't he see I am absolutely nuts about him.

Hell, I tried to give him my Virginia and all he did was complain about how cold it was on the water.

You see, I had this fantasy of loosing it on a boat.

I tied but he didn't take the bait.

I reaaaalllyyyy wanted it to be him.

But, no.

It was given to douchebag because quite frankly at that point I thought it was useless to dream.

I got myself prepared.

I got the depo.

I made sure that was locked down.

I don't want a baby.

I get out of the bathtub and wrap myself in my towel.

I go to my room and he's there just laying on the bed.

What if I teased him?

This could be fun.

I mean what's the worst that could happen?

I saunter over to him and make use of the fact he's still distracted and then I pounce on him.

He's confused and then I lean into him and whisper in his ear.

"I want you."

Just like that I was on my back and he was getting rid of my towel.

I didn't even have time to process how in the world this could be happening.

But, it was.

He ravaged me and I happily let him.

Then I fell asleep in his arms.