AVERY’S POV
The kiss…it's still in my head, replaying over and over. Yesterday, the doctor had given him something to get him to rest, relax his head—brain for a bit. I went to check up on him after making Jayden drop off Kiki, it was getting late and it's so unlike him to sleep all morning.
Maybe I had sat so close to him, moving my fingers through his hair on purpose. I just couldn't stop myself. A lot of feelings bustle in me whenever I see him. Watching him sleep, he's usually stoned face, relaxed, no longer cold or mean looking but breathtakingly handsome and peaceful.
“I can't do this now…” He'd said, obviously mindful of my injuries. But what if— No! I shouldn't be craving his touch.
“Avery, Avery!!” The sharp tone immediately brought me out of my imagination. “Jesus Christ, A
