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35. Touch
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Saving Ava 36. Not Powerless Here
As they lay on the bed, Carver looked into Ava's eyes and sensed a blend of excitement and hesitation. With deliberate movements, he began to lightly kiss and touch her body. Starting at her neck and tracing a path downward with his fingers and lips. Each touch tender yet filled with unspoken promises. He worked his hands over the terrain of her body, his fingers expertly navigating the valleys and contours of her soft skin. A moan escaped Ava's lips. The sensation was hypnotic, a lulling dance of pressure and release. Eventually, Carver's journey led him to her feet. He picked up one, then lowered his head, his lips planting a soft kiss on each one of her toes. Suddenly, he gently enveloped her little toe with his tongue. It was an unexpected sensation, and Ava bucked in response, the playful act pulling her fully into the present moment. That's when it hit her: her wrists were still secured to the bedposts. For the first time, the reality of her immobility slammed into her conscio
Saving Ava 37. Just To Clarify
Carver settled gently on the edge of the bed, observing the way the room's soft, ambient lighting cast a golden halo around her naked figure. She lay on the bed like a painting come to life—elegant yet deeply human. Her eyes met his, and there it was again: that indistinct pout, like a cloud passing over the sun. An obvious sign that something needed addressing. "Why'd you stop?" she questioned, her words carrying a trace of unspoken vulnerability. The pout deepened ever so slightly, a visual echo of her inquiry. Carver felt a flutter of something in his chest—guilt, maybe, or perhaps just the age-old dilemma of desire wrestling with caution. "Because I can," he replied, attempting nonchalance. But internally, he realized he'd probably stopped for his own sake just as much as hers. There was something dangerously intoxicating about this moment, about her. He recognized that if he didn't put on the brakes, he'd risk crossing lines that could cost him everything. He looked away from A
Saving Ava 38. Confessions
The room felt electric, alive with unvoiced thoughts and unexpressed feelings. Ava considered his words carefully. Contemplating not just their literal meaning but also the texture of the emotional fabric between them. "Is that something you wanted too?" she ventured, probing into an area that neither had dared to discuss openly before. He hesitated, gathering his thoughts like scattered pieces of a puzzle. "I guess I'll try anything. Once," he said, the last word tinged with both possibility and caution. His declaration held a certain openness. An invitation to chart new territories in the dynamic terrain of their relationship. Ava looked at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. She never had a bisexual boyfriend before. Then, as if making an internal decision, her eyes sparkled with a kind of audacious clarity. "Peyton," she called out loudly, her voice filled with newfound conviction. "Come to the bedroom please!" She knew Peyton would hear her, not just through the walls
Saving Ava 39. You're Right
The room, once sacred for just Ava and Carver, had morphed into a continent of its own, one that included Peyton, both physically and emotionally. The bed, far from being a piece of furniture, had become a terrain of intimate possibilities and social complexities. They were no longer just two people sharing a life experience, but three individuals navigating the nuanced web of human emotions, identity, and relationships. They sat together, not knowing exactly what would come next but deeply aware that they had crossed into new territory from which there was no turning back. The emotional landscape of the room had been turned upside down. With each revealed truth, each subtle glance, they'd transitioned from uncertainty to a state of raw emotional intimacy. Carver was the eye of this emotional storm, feeling his way through thoughts and feelings he couldn't easily put into words. "I don't know if I can share her," Carver finally said, his voice tinged with insecurity as he stumbled o
Saving Ava 40. Emergency
"I need to take this," Carver said, quickly exiting the bedroom. His footsteps led him into the bathroom where he could talk without disturbing anyone. Peyton, always in his role as protector and confidante, instinctively moved to follow Carver but was stopped by a quick, dismissive gesture. "Stay with Ava. I got this," Carver insisted, his eyes unreadable. Peyton returned to the bed, where Ava was pulling her clothes back on. He couldn't help but notice the wet spot on the bed, a tangible reminder of what had transpired just minutes earlier. His mind involuntarily replayed the images from the security camera. At the time, he'd felt a complex blend of guilt and arousal, and now, here he was, in the middle of this evolving dynamic with the objects of his desires. Ava sat down next to him, her body just shy of pressing completely against his. She released a contemplative sigh that seemed to encapsulate all the conflicting emotions swirling within her. "Peyton, I don't know if I can
Saving Ava 41. Just Sleep
His mind had drifted back to Carver's recent departure, an exit charged with a unique kind of emotional gravity. Over the years, they had shared so much—some of it spoken, some unspoken. Peyton understood the defensive walls Carver had constructed around his heart, walls that had often made him an emotional fortress, which Peyton had been more than willing to guard. But as they ventured into emotionally uncharted waters, he wondered about the resilience of those walls. His thoughts were broken by a soft, almost hesitant knock on the door. Before he could answer, the door cracked open and Ava peeked in. Her eyes met his, probing, as if she was searching for something she wasn't certain she'd find. "Hey," she murmured, pushing the door wider and stepping inside. "Mind if I join you? Needed a change of scenery." Caught off guard, Peyton hesitated before turning his gaze away from the screen and rotating his chair to face her. "Of course not. Come on in." Ava moved farther into the ro
Saving Ava 42. Accident?
Inside the hotel room, a utilitarian space devoid of any warmth, Carver paced like a caged animal. Every fiber of the room's beige carpet seemed to rise and dig into his soles with each step he took. The room's glaring artificial light cast harsh shadows, heightening his senses to the point of discomfort. He could almost taste the sterile odor of antiseptic that filled the air, its chemical bite a cruel counterpoint to the chaos of emotions churning inside him.His cell phone, a piece of machinery that felt both like an extension of his arm and a shackle, was held tightly to his ear. The phone had become a relentless conduit for the demands and fears of the outside world. Its screen littered with missed calls, voicemails, and a cascade of urgent text messages.His conversation with the police was especially taxing. The officers, whether on the line or in his face, had a disconcerting way of being both there and not there."We're looking into all possibilities, Mr. Troy," one officer r
Saving Ava 43. We're Coming
Carver dropped the phone on the hotel bed, the weight of all the conversations he had had suddenly caught up with him. The sterile environment around him, which had seemed alien and hostile since he walked in, seemed to close in. He glanced at his reflection in the hotel room's mirror, barely recognizing the man staring back at him. Dark circles framed his bloodshot eyes, his skin was sallow, and his clothes looked as defeated as he felt.In that moment, the weight of his loneliness overcame him. The idea of battling this calamity alone, alongside police investigations and media scrutiny, felt like drowning. He picked up his phone again, found Ava and Peyton's contact, and initiated a video call. The ringtone seemed to reverberate in the air, each tone amplifying his sense of urgency.As the call connected and their faces popped up on the screen, he found himself momentarily choked up. "I just needed to see your faces," Carver blurted out, his voice tinged with an emotion he hadn't pl
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