Ellie’s POV
Standing here crying in Avery’s arms in the middle of Brick Street, wasn’t where I thought tonight would take me. The image of that blonde all over him is still fresh in my mind and I cannot shake it from my mind.
I turn my face up to look at him. “The blonde?” I ask, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to know, all the same.
“A girl I met tonight. Lucas spent the greater part of the night getting me wankered and trying to get me to take someone home.”
My face falls as I listen to him. He was going to take her home. How many others have there been since I moved out, I know it shouldn’t matter. We weren’t together, but somehow it does, like if he really loved me he wouldn’t be able to be with another. I know I can’t.
He must have seen my discomfort as he co
