Jameson's POV
It was all chilly and delicate by being held in my hand as we walked across campus to my apartment. Avery was not saying anything since the last text. However, even though her silence worried me, I didn't push her much. She had gone through enough already for one day.
When we finally got to my house, I unlocked the door and let her in.
"Sit down," I said softly.
She did, following the instruction. She settled down on the couch but remained with her arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were flitting around the room with the kind of anxiety that was almost palpable.
I crouched in front of her to face her with her regard. "You’re safe here," I assured her. "I’ll make sure of it."
She nodded, but her shoulders remained tense.
"I’m going to make some tea," I said, standin
