AUTHORS POV
AVERY pushed herself off Aaron Hardwood, her lover, and collapsed next to him. They both lay on their back, staring at the ceiling that had patches of discoloration with chipped paint revealing drywall in some areas.
"I don't think I can ever get used to this; you are wonderful, Av." Aaron breathed.
"Well, you never will if you stop wearing that lousy thing on you." She sat up putting on her bra.
He smirked, he loved her feistiness. He sat up and stared at her. "Why don't you just marry me Av?"
"I'm not ready yet." She put on her blouse.
"We both know that's not why."
She looked at him squarely. "Fine, if you'd like to know, I can't live with a middle-class man, look at this place. It would collapse half a year into the marriage."
He walked to her and held her by the sh
