AVA
"Ava?"
Pressing my eyes closed to quell the unrest of my nerves, I curse this coincidence before spinning with the most crooked smile I've ever gathered.
"Lucas." I grinned widely at him. My mouth hurts in the process, so did my heart throbbing in my chest.
He cleaned up in a sleeveless shirt, khaki trousers, and his hair the usual perfect mess it always is.
"Rem called me. I hope it is okay?" He quietly asked.
At least I am not the only nervous one.
"I was being helpful," Rem announces while settling on the counter, two duffel bags the boys had brought along.
Jackson helped him unzipped the supplies, and the contents were matters that could easily make me s**t my pants.
I am good with beers, liquors, pizza, the chips but other than that; my confidence can't suffice. I
