AIDEN'S POV
I can feel light flood into the room through the window. Closing my eyes and reopening them, giving them time to adjust. Avery..? Not real, why would she be here? She is though. This is certainly a good start of the day—awaking to lovely eyes staring at me. Yesterday was a mess—literally. Turns out I overreacted, she was fine all along.
“Shouldn't you be in bed, sleeping?” I ask, my voice a little hoarse.
“Good morning, Aiden,” she greets with a beautiful brilliant smile that reaches her eyes.
Staring at her, knowing she's safe, is so relieving. I don't know why, but it is.
“Good morning. Next time you want to leave the house, make sure to tell someone.” Her brows furrow.
“You're up, not even up to a minute and you're already bossy. Don't you ever get tired?” Women… Why i
