Page 35 of Break my Heart

It’s official.

I’ve been ghosted.

How’s that for ironic?

The first time I ask a girl out because I’m legit interested, she ditches me.

Note to self—stick with the eager bunnies.

This sucks.

I take a deep breath and force my muscles to loosen.

This was always going to be a long shot.

Ava isn’t the kind of girl who’s interested in someone like me. She’s got walls higher than I’ve ever seen, and I’m not sure I’m equipped to climb them.

“Hi.”

I blink back to the present and realize the girl who sauntered through the door a few minutes ago is now standing in front of me, with a friend who looks eerily similar to her. They’re both sporting bags with the same Greek letters stamped across the front of them.

Sorority sisters.

Been there, done that.

Her friend beams a blinding smile my way. “We caught the last game and just wanted to stop by and say you were amazing. The hat trick was so impressive.”

“You make it look so easy,” the other adds.

“Thanks. Years of training can make anything look simple.” My gaze flicks from them to the door when the bell dings and another customer steps inside.

Air clogs my lungs.

The physical reaction I have to this girl is the strangest sensation ever.

I can’t help but want more of it.

It’s only been a couple weeks, and already the feelings she rouses in me are more like an addiction.

I can just imagine how she’d react if I admitted as much to her.

She’d probably take out a restraining order.

Would I necessarily blame her for that decision?

Nope.

Is it going to stop me from pursuing her?

Probably not.

Ava meets my gaze before her own darts to the girls, and she grinds to a quick halt. One brow slinks upward. The thoughts circling around in her head flash across her face before vanishing behind a mask of indifference.

My attention never deviates from her as I pop to my feet.

When I take a step in her direction, one of the girls reaches out to detain me. “We were wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee. Maybe we could?—”

Before the rest of the sentence can make it past her pink-slicked lips, I shake my head. “Sorry, I have plans, and she just walked through the door.”

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