Chapter 8

(Ava's POV)

Some days pass and each one that does presents itself with new ways to keep creating butterflies in my stomach. If I keep on like this, my entire legs would be jelly before the entire week runs out.

Luckily for me, the hotel is big, so we see each other much less than I think we actually do. Maybe now, it's because I actually look forward to seeing him. If I put everything right, we always crossed paths an average of three or four times every day, making direct contact less than half those times.

This has been happening always, since the very day past our orientation week. So, it isn't that I'm seeing him less, it's that I want to see him more...and that scares me.

Why!? Why would I look forward so much to the time when I'd have to replace his dressing everyday? What attraction is this that I had towards his body that made me want so desperately to touch his skin?

He wasn't built hunky, but each time he pee