AVERY
He settled into the couch opposite me, his hands clasped together while I etched to hear his reply as if it was the only thing that could determine how I truly felt.
“Eat first, you will know later,” he said, swapping the plate in front of me to a fuller one.
I reached for the spoon shyly, taking a small scoop from the soup then shoving it into my lips gently. Although the food was delicious, I didn't have an appetite for it.
Roman stood up from the chair, then came over to my side to sit next to me, taking the spoon from my hand, “Come here,” he muttered, voice husky, his hand sliding around my waist.
My breath etched as he pulled me by the waist to himself, the tip of his fingers brushing my bare skin slightly.
“Ahh,” he muttered, lips parted slightly, gesturing
