Ava thought she had the world figured out until it was turned upside down. She must decide if she wants to be free or re-building the life she had.
Series Order: Baby Steps, Colossal Jump, Moving Forward, Little Leaps and Passing Motions.
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The sun beats down on my back as I lay on the plush green grass. The fine strands of the grass pricks into my skin as I roll onto my side. My mind wonders to last night – the way his lips connected with mine, the warmth, the passion flowing between. I imagine Blake's lips against mine and then I shake my head.
"So, this is why I have a problem," I explain to my plant.
When it doesn't speak back, for obvious reasons, I continue my random ramblings.
"Pink or yellow flowers? Logan was never fussed about flowers, so I'm not sure which ones to pick." My eyes catch the pure white rose bush growing beside a wild lavender one.
"Maybe those two?"
Pushing myself off the ground, I trek across the soft surface and walk in the direction of the shed. I yank on the rusty door which creaks as the metal base drags against the concrete base. Once the door is open wide enough, I slip inside and use the light from outside to guide my way.
Hanging above an old wooden bench is a pair of garden scissors. I grab the cool metal sheers and shuffle outside of the shed and return to the overflowing garden bed.
I chop off a couple of white roses and lay them on the grass as I hack at the lavender bush. I get enough storks so a small bundle of flowers is created.
Once I've finished cutting the flowers I need, I toss the gardening scissors onto the wooden bench inside the shed, uncaring of what becomes of them. I collect the flowers from the grass and head inside.
When I go inside, I stop by the kitchen to offload the flowers on the kitchen bench. I find an elastic band deep inside the junk draw and then use it to bundles the flowers together.
I set them aside as I walk upstairs and hear Kyle groan. Opening the door, I poke my head inside Logan's old bedroom. I see Kyle hanging off the side of the bed, one hand clutching his forehead.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Mghsh, kill me, please," he grumbles.
"Well." I laugh at his predicament. I knew he would regret his actions last night.
Kyle's sporadic dancing comes to mind – most importantly – his attempt to climb onto the bar to shake his booty. With many drinks coursing through his system and the buzzing dance floor, getting Kyle out of the club was almost impossible.
I'm surprised he wanted to stay out for that long – heck, I've shocked myself with the fact I stayed out last too. Charlotte left early because she has work this morning, and I had to force Axel out when he started falling asleep.
"Why did you let me drunk this much?" asks Kyle.
"Drink," I correct. "If I recall, you said you were an adult and I couldn't stop you from drinking what you wanted."
