The lessons of love and tragedy through the pages of Wuthering Heights distracted Avery from her own romantic uncertainties for a moderate chunk of time as the remainder of the day left her in dismay from the pull at her heart. Even as she tried to reassure herself that her and Tate were more than just a relationship that would last as long as flash paper; burning hot but extinguishing quick, she could not flout the doubts as they had exited in plenty, mixed in with an array of desire and passion. But it was enough to bring up to Phoebe as they sat around this table set at the intermediacy of the cafeteria marked by red and white tables and connecting benches.
“So did you two do it?”
“Phoebe!” Avery blushed as Chellsea sat on the other side of the table, sharing in this secondhand embar
