Jameson POV
The chill of the night air clung to my skin as Avery and I trekked across campus toward my apartment. She was quiet, too quiet, and even though it worried me, I knew better than to push her; after all, she had gone through quite a lot today, and this was pushing the last thing she needed.
After reaching my place, I unlocked the door and ushered her in.
"Sit down," I said softly.
She obliged, sinking onto the couch. Arms wrapped around her body close, and either the sight of my room or the sense of being there seemed to scare her. The tension in her whole posture was palpable.
I squatted in front of her, looking her in the eyes and saying, "You're safe here," my assurance ringing solemn and bright like the sun in the clear sky.
She nodded but did not say anything; her
