Avery POV
His hand was still on my cheek, thumb ghosting over the corner of my mouth like he couldn’t decide—pull back, or lean in. His hands ran through his hair and his silver eyes was fixated on me. But I didn’t want space. Not tonight.
I stepped back slowly, not saying a word. He didn’t look away. His eyes followed me like I was something fragile, something he couldn’t risk losing. My legs brushed against the edge of the bed—our bed. That word felt heavier now, more real than it ever had.
I sat down, tilted my chin up, and said quietly, “Come here.”
He didn’t walk toward me. He moved like gravity had him. Like resisting wasn’t an option.
When he stopped between my knees, I looked up at him, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt—not tugging, not asking for more, just... ground
