*TW : a***e *
THE next morning, Avery felt happy for one blissful moment, until the rest of the night came crashing down on her and reminded her exactly what had happened.
She was out of bed in a moment, scrambling barefoot downstairs, her hair still a mess, her face feeling crusty from last night’s tears. As soon as she reached Jamie’s room, she threw the door open.
Jamie was already up.
He was sitting on his bed, just lying down and staring blankly at the ceiling until she came in. “Avery?” He asked, sitting straight up in one smooth moment. “What are you doing?”
“Are you okay?” Avery asked frantically, running her eyes all over him. Aside from his nose, which looked purple, there were no other visible injuries. No, there was slight bruising around his wrist as well.
Jamie sighed
