RUN DOE RUN

"Ava, love." He tries to reply, stumbling to get the words out, but I ignore him, placing my hands on the bed, eyes locked, my focus like lasers, burning into his irises.

"Do. Not. Ava. Love. Me. Liam. Just fucking give me a straight answer." I respond, my voice cool and steady. Watching his face closely, I see his strong jaw slowly ticking, lips pursed, and eyes filled with what looks like shame before they lower.

Shaking his head, hands clenching and unclenching, he starts to speak then pauses, leaning his head against the headboard, his back resting on the pillows and posture sagging. "Ava, it’s complicated, love."

"Then uncomplicate it, give it to me straight, Liam. No bullshit." I respond, crossing my arms over my chest and waiting for his response.