Ava’s POV

Everything was a dream. How I wished it was real. I wanted to do everything I did in the dream with them for real. I wanted them to caress every part of my torso. I wanted them to hug and kiss me.

“Baby girl, Ava,” someone called out to me.

I snapped back to my senses when I heard Oliver call my name.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about them again?” she suspected.

“No, I’m not,” I fibbed to my best friend.

“Then, tell me. What are you thinking about? I’ve been dubbing your name, but you seem to be far away from here. Not until I screamed...