Ava Johansson
From her first day home in Kensington Cove to now, he's been there for her.
Granted, she didn't always see it that way - it felt more like he was a stray that had latched on and followed her to the doorstep, literally.
But if she's being honest, he's gone out of his way to make her feel welcome, and since the attack, his presence has made her feel safer. And then there are her feelings for him, which are confusing most of the time - she doesn't know if she wants to kiss him or knock him on his ass.
"Let's get back to your original conversation." Cole levels his shoulders. "What do you want?"
"Ever since high school," she sucks in a ragged breath, "only you."
"Are you sure about that?" Cole's voice has a deep, husky tone to it.
"Yeah." Spelling her guts, a task that makes her feel inadequate, does nothing to quill the increasing nervous energy buzzing. "But I don't want . . ."
She avoids his gaze.