"If you keep walking like that, you're going to end up starting a fire with your friction." Avery teased as Tate paced back and forth within her room before stopping at the very edge of her bed as her eyes were forced to raise to meet his height.
"God! I hate it...I can smell how badly he wants you...it's almost pathetic."
"What?! Dean?!" Even if there had been a few signs in which a flirtation or unprofessional care seemed present, Avery could not fathom someone as posh and ‘together’ as Dean would actually possess any sort of feelings for her beyond annoyance and frustration. But alas, as she watched Tate remain devoted to his anger, she felt obligated to return his focus. To do this, she climbed to the very edge of her bed and rested on her heels, all while his eyes would come to fol
