All Chapters of Saving Ava: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The room was bathed in a soft morning glow, casting gentle shadows across the bed where Ava, Carver, and Peyton lay, bodies tangled together, lost in the deep embrace of slumber. The warmth of the morning light and the synchronized rhythm of their breathing were as beautiful as the moments they shared over the past several hours. This peace was abruptly shattered by the jarring sounds of distress emanating from the bathroom. Ava's eyes shot open, her heart racing as she identified Carver's agonized retching. Beside her, Peyton stirred, his face etched with concern. Whispering, Ava's voice wavered with anxiety. "Do you think it's...because of last night?" Peyton's gaze remained thoughtful. "Could be. My first time with another guy also made me throw up," he admitted with a slight smile. "but Carver...he went way further than I ever did initially, so..." Concern clouded Ava's eyes as she continued to watch the bathroom door. "Would you be upset if he's reacting this way because of

The bedroom was filled with a muted stillness, interrupted only by Carver's ragged breathing and the soft rustle of sheets. Standing beside the bed, Peyton produced a couple of pills, holding them out to Carver. Carver's eyes narrowed, locking onto the pills. "Are those what I think they are?" he asked, his voice edged with suspicion.Peyton's expression remained neutral, yet there was an underlying firmness. "Yes," he replied tersely. "But take them. I'm not in the mood for a debate."Ava, who had been perched on the edge of the bed, glanced between the two men, confusion evident on her face. The air in the room grew tense, charged with unspoken emotions."They're pain pills," Peyton clarified for Ava's benefit. The tension eased, but only slightly. Carver met Peyton's gaze, his defiance evident. However, he relented after a few long moments, swallowing the pills grimly. "See you in two days," he muttered bitterly, rolling over to face the wall.Peyton and Ava exchanged a concerned

Carver woke up to a warmth that enveloped him from both sides. Ava was snuggled up to him on one side, her arm draped over his chest, and Peyton was on the other, their legs tangled in a comforting mess of sheets and limbs. A smile crept onto Carver's face despite the heat and slight discomfort. This was the kind of discomfort he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. As he lay there, his mind began to churn, introspecting the maze of his recent emotions and actions. He thought about how far he'd let himself spiral into a pit of despair, anger, and self-pity. "What a mess I am," he thought. "Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the universe decided that I deserve not just one, but two incredible people in my life. Two soulmates who, despite my flaws, want nothing more than for me to be okay." The realization weighed heavily on him, like a delicate balance of shame and gratitude. He knew he had a long way to go, that he had issues to confront and battles to fight, both with himself

The jet's engines wound down to a whisper as they disembarked onto the private airstrip. The world outside seemed to rush by in a blur as they quickly slid into the waiting car service, a silent understanding shared between them. Carver's phone buzzed against his thigh, the ringtone slicing through the heavy air inside the vehicle. It was the detective. "Hello?" Carver's voice was cautious, measured. Ava and Peyton watched him, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. "We need to talk. There's new information," the detective's voice was gruff, and matter-of-fact, setting off a subtle alarm in Carver's head. Without hesitation, he instructed the driver to head to the police station, a knot forming in his stomach. The others exchanged worried glances but said nothing, each lost in tumultuous thoughts. The fluorescent lights of the police station cast a sterile glow over the detective's desk. They sat, an air of expectancy surrounding them as the detective began to lay out evidence fr

Carver awoke to the early morning light filtering through the large windows casting a serene glow over the room. He lay on his side, observing Peyton and Ava's intimate embrace, their bodies intertwined as if to protect one another even in sleep. He couldn't help but feel a pang of isolation, wondering if his own restlessness had somehow pushed him to the edge of their shared bed. Quietly slipping out from under the sheets, he tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to disturb the peaceful scene behind him. The shower’s hot water felt almost cathartic as it cascaded over him, offering a brief respite from the turmoil in his mind. His thoughts drifted to Lana and the hotel incident – how life was tragically lost due to her sinister actions. The memory of Lana applying to be his sub flashed through his mind, now tainting his perception of the entire dynamic. He grimaced at the thought – had he really treated the role of a sub like a mere job application? The notion unsettled him deeply. F