Ava's POV

Few days later

Andrew's hands were wrapped around my body, and his head was in the crock of my neck when I woke up. I smiled and gently stroked his hair. Nothing had ever felt so right, so safe, so complete. There were no words to describe it, but he was the only person I could confide in; I knew he would always protect me even if he knew I could do it myself. He was my comfort, my warmth; he was the only reason I felt anything and wasn't lost.

"Congratulations on your birthday, kitten." I could hear him mumbling into my neck.

"How did you know?"...