Ava sat quietly, her eyes not blinking as she smiled softly. A matching smile played across Jaxon’s handsome face as he looked at her.
Ava grew uneasy under the intensity of Jaxon’s gaze. Widening her eyes slightly, she asked, “What is it…?”
Jaxon chuckled and shook his head. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly beautiful… especially when you smile?”
He ended his words with a gentle look that lingered on her.
She smiled shyly and covered her face with her hands. “You’re so funny, you know that? Now it’s your turn to tell me your story before they start looking for us inside.”
Jaxon shifted his posture slightly and asked, “Would it be okay if I started calling you Beautiful?”
She looked at him, the sincerity in his voice making her drop her gaze to the ground.
Seeing her fall silent, as if deep in thought, he moved his wheelchair a little closer and lowered his voice gently.
“Ava…”