“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” I take his outstretched hand, letting him pull me to my feet. “I can go back to my dorm and sleep in my bed.” “No.” It’s firm. With a pinch of finality. Steely. Colton doesn’t expect objections. He’s sure I’ll stay. “I don’t really take orders.” “It’s not an order.” He takes a step forward, still holding my hand in his. “Please, Ava, stay.”
