Page 42 of Too Little Too Soon
He pressed a kiss to her ear and whispered, “Good night, Ava.”
“Good night, Travis,” she whispered back, and then she rested her head against the pillow and stared into the darkness until sleep finally claimed her.
* * *
Like déjà vu,a phone rattling against a wooden surface pulled Ava from sleep. This time, it was her phone.
But the rest of the scene was eerily similar to New Year’s Eve. They were in bed together. Naked. Sated. And Travis was wrapped around her like a koala.
Okay, last time he hadn’t been quite so cuddly, but their legs had been intertwined and his hand had been resting on her belly. It had still felt intimate.
More than it should, given they hadn’t defined this…whatever they were doing.
Her phone vibrated again, and she lifted it off the bedside table. A moment later, she gave a yelp that startled Travis awake.
“What?” he said groggily, sleepy eyes trying to focus on his surroundings. On her. “Ava.”
He sounded surprised. Had he expected her to sneak away in the middle of the night? She wouldn’t have done that even if he hadn’t been stressed out about his stalker.
Turned out, she was wrong when she’d thought she didn’t want someone else in her life, in her space.
“I have to go,” she said, sliding out of his grip so she could search for her clothing. “Maria wants me to have breakfast with her and Riley. I need to get down to my room before she comes looking for me.”
“Right. Yeah. Okay.”
She wanted to ask where they went from here, but she had no clue how. Or if she was ready for the answer.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked instead.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and nodded. “Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for, you know, checking.”
This was getting more awkward by the second. So she escaped. Stepping out of his hotel room, she glanced down the hall toward her own—right at her sister, who was standing in front of the door, her hand poised to knock.
Uh-oh.
Ava stepped away from the door to Travis’s room, like that would somehow hide where she’d been. As she hurried forward, Maria glanced her way, her eyes widening as they took in Ava’s appearance.
She hadn’t brushed her hair or washed the makeup off her face, and she was wearing last night’s clothes. No hiding what she’d been doing since they’d returned after the concert.
At least Maria waited until they were inside Ava’s room before she started asking questions.
“Who did you hook up with last night?” was the first one.
Ava clipped her hair back, washed her face, and brushed her teeth, buying herself time. What was she supposed to say? Should she lie to her sister? How would Travis feel if she told the truth?
“Did you even come back to your room after the concert?” Maria called from the other side of the partially closed bathroom door.
A moment later, she was in the doorway, staring at Ava through the mirror.
“Oh my God, did you spend the night with Travis?”
“How the heck did you come to that conclusion?”
Maria crossed her arms. “You did.”
Ava flung around to face her. “Seriously, how did you figure that out?”
“Get dressed.” Maria pointed at the bathroom door.
