Caspian

I wasn’t asleep. Not even close.

The room was quiet, but my thoughts were anything but. Ava lay beside me, her back to me, silent and still. The oversized white t-shirt she wore—my shirt—hugged her frame loosely, exposing the curve of her bare thigh.

But it wasn’t just the sight of her that stirred something inside me. It was the way she wasn’t looking at me. The way she pulled herself into her own world like I didn’t exist beside her.

I could feel the distance, and damn, it stung.

She hadn’t said much after we showered after having sex. And I knew why. I couldn’t give her an...