Ava’s POV

I barely slept after the kitchen kiss.

I lay next to Alex, listening to his slow, even breathing, while my body hummed with the memory of Victor’s mouth on my neck. His lips had been firm, warm, deliberate. His thumb had pressed against my pulse like he was measuring how fast he could make my heart race. I replayed it over and over—the scrape of his stubble, the low sound he made when I kissed him back, the hard length of him against my stomach. My hand slipped between my legs without permission. I touched myself quietly, fingers circling my clit, imagining his hand instead. I came fast...