Avery POV
"You’re sweating, Little Hellion. Relax, I’m not going to bite you or anything."
The arrogance in his voice makes my fingers twitch with the overwhelming urge to punch him square in the face. Or better yet, wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze—just a little. Not enough to kill, but definitely enough to wipe that smug expression off his face.
"Uh-uh! I am not freaking sweating!" I snap, crossing my arms in defiance.
But just as I think I’ve won this petty battle, my body decides to betray me in the worst possible way. A lone bead of sweat trails down my thigh, slow and mocking, as if deliberately choosing the most humiliating moment to make its grand appearance.
Aidan’s smirk deepens. The gleam in his eyes tells me he’s thoroughly enjoying this.
"I see," he muses, rea
