AVERY’S POV:
As the door closed behind him, I took a moment to catch my breath and clear my mind. When that wasn't doing much of a good job, I got up, taking in the view of Axel’s bedroom.
It was minimalist yet infused with nature—a blend of masculinity and unexpected tranquility.
The king-sized bed was made with soft, inviting sheets, positioned against a dark accent wall. Beside it, a bedside table held only a small, stylish lamp. A floor-to-ceiling window draped with curtains that have since been pushed to the side bathed the room in natural light, flanked by a few well-placed plants that added a touch of serenity. There was a vanity with a stool, simple yet functional, and the hardwood floor stretched seamlessly beneath my bare feet, cool and smooth.
I headed in the direction A
