AVERY
“Back that up, and start again.” Davina stutters, dropping the spoon, turning away from the stove, to grab a wine glass and the open bottle.
“I want you to set me up on a date.” I drop my bag and coat on the dining room chair, making my way to kitchen. Davina hands me the glass, filled with a dark liquid, my butt resting against the counter, while I gulp down the dry red.
“Why?” She asks, brow raised in apprehension, staring at her glass.
“Isn’t that part of your master plan?” My body is still feverish from earlier. The moment imprinted on my mind, the sting from Drake’s slaps still kissing my skin.
“Well, I mean, yeah.” She stammers, nervous, and I can’t determine why. “That was the plan. I just thought it had changed since…”
“Since when?” I drain the glass dry, before reachin
