Avery POV
"Oh, trust me, Avery. I promise to get us out of here," Aidan said, his voice low and teasing, laced with that stupidly confident glint in his eyes, the kind that didn’t at all match the seriousness of being stranded in a forest potentially crawling with witches.
I gave him a flat look, refusing to let my gaze linger too long on the way his shirt clung to his chest or how the fading daylight kissed the line of his jaw like it had a personal grudge against my self-control. "Of course you will. Just like you made me smack you in the first place. You could’ve just told me I was being distracting, but no, you had to suffer in silence and let me feel guilty afterward." I grumbled the last part more to protect what was left of my pride than anything else.
He chuckled, deep and low,
