Page 37 of Break my Heart

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Page 37 of Break my Heart

Her gaze fastens to mine as I approach.

The sorority sisters straighten as their eager expressions lock on me like heat-seeking missiles.

One of them flashes a sly smile. “We were just getting to know your friend.”

It would be impossible not to notice the way Ava’s jaw tightens.

“Yeah! Now we’re all besties,” the other adds, trying to slip her hand around Ava’s smaller one. With a frown, Ava tugs it free.

“Thanks for keeping her company while I was getting our coffees.”

“No problem!”

“Now, if you two wouldn’t mind…” My voice trails off, not wanting to be rude.

“I’d love a coffee!” the girl on the left chirps.

“Me too!” the other agrees.

“Sure.” Their smiles widen before I nod toward the counter. “Mark would be happy to assist you with that.”

They blink a few times before understanding dawns across their faces.

“Oh.”

That’s all it takes for awkward silence to descend.

“Um… I guess we should leave you two alone, then?” Her brows draw together, as if that’s not what I could possibly want.

My smile widens as comprehension finally dawns on them. “That would be great. Thanks for understanding.”

They take their sweet time vacating the couch, as if they fully expect me to have a change of heart.

Yeah, that’s not going to happen.

I want this girl all to myself.

The sorority sisters hesitate for a long beat before finally rising to their feet, their exit slow and reluctant. “It was nice meeting you,” one of them says to Ava, her tone sweet but insincere.

Ava watches them go, then turns back to me with a shake of her head. “Do you have a fan club that stalks your every move?”

I grin, trying to lighten the mood. “Only when you’re around.”

Once they’re across the shop, I huff out a relieved breath before settling next to Ava and passing over the drink.

“Finally,” I mutter. “Alone at last.”

Confusion flashes across her delicate features. “Certain that’s what you really want?”

“One hundred percent. I’m interested in getting to know you. Kind of hard to do that with other people hanging around.”

She stares at the girls for a second or two before bringing the container to her nose and taking a delicate sniff. With her gaze pinned to mine, she takes a sip. As soon as the hot liquid hits her tongue, her eyes widen before fluttering shut as she savors the rich medley of flavors. Pleased with my selection, my muscles loosen as I relax against the cushions.

Even though I can tell she likes it, I want to hear her admit that I picked out a winner.

“So, what’s the verdict?”

She takes another drink. “Not bad.” Lifting the cup, she stares at it. “Which one is this?”




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