Chapter 37
LONDON, ENGLAND
“ M orning,” Ava greeted happily. Gabe and his boyfriend were already sitting in the kitchen when she entered, the strong smell of coffee lingering in the air.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked warily, retrieving a mug from the cupboard and flicking her gaze between the two men who were staring back at her, expressions forlorn.
When her roommate exchanged a glance with his boyfriend, Ava immediately understood something was wrong.
She had woken up with a bizarre feeling stirring inside her gut, as if something terrible had happened. The deafening silence confirmed her doubts, and she couldn’t help but frown when Gabe rubbed the back of his neck.
Ava brought her fingers to the corner of her mouth. “Do I have toothpaste on my face?”
“Worse than that,” Elijah said.
“Please elaborate.”
Gabe slid his phone across the central island, and when Ava caught it, she nearly felt a gust of wind swipe her off her feet in an awakening tornado.
“No, no, no,” she mumbled, scrolling through the phone, feeling her hand shake in the process. “This can’t be happening.”
She asked, repeatedly, whether this was a joke or not.
When neither of the men answered, she knew this was real. Very, terribly real.
She was looking at a photo—well, more like hundreds of photos—of her and Rowan sharing a tender kiss when he had dropped her off at her house yesterday morning.
Their secret was out in the world, and there was no more turning back.