Avery sat there, her long brown hair still streaked with remnants of black strands, her eyes earnest, searching. Her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses, her nose still faintly red from earlier. From him.
And her outfit which almost forced a laugh out of his lips, because he knew the meaning behind them.
A cropped white blouse and denim shorts was a deliberate choice meaning a barrier; a message.
'No distractions until we talk. '
If only she knew...
That he had no problem telling her his secrets. That what he wanted to know was if she heard everything, would she stay?
That, he wasn't sure of. And that uncertainty was dangerous. So he would give her what she could handle. And withhold what would make her run.
Because losing her wasn't an option.
