Ava could swear she saw him.
He wore gym clothes and a cyclers short, and seem to head North, a little towards the beach. Island Rock Villa—that place, made by heaven's hand.They said, people who live there, behaved like mini gods, and lived their lives far from the reach of other people that weren't like them.
Ava wanted to stalk him.
It was a Saturday, and she didn't mind doing something unusual because this man tormented her mind in a different way—she was too afraid to acknowledge. More than once, in the privacy of her bedroom, she had imagined the feeling of being loved by him. Beyond deep sensual pleasure, she longed for genuine affection. The latter was what she wanted more. Ava stopped walking, and held both breasts firmly—the only way she knew to stop her racing heart.
Behind where she stood, she heard faint whistles which she completely ignored, but someone whose voice sounded too familiar to miss, called her, loud enough to make her turn.
