Jase
When I return from the shower, Avery is curled up on my bed with my journal from our human sexuality class. What the…
What the…“Avery?”
She sets the notebook down beside her. “I have soft skin? That’s it. That’s all you wrote?” She shakes her head in mock disgust, not at all self-conscious that I just busted her for snooping.
I cross the room and grab the journal. “Now you have to let me read yours.”
She smiles. “No way. Not when all you wrote was that cheesy line. You haven’t earned it.”
I sit down next to her. “Then let me earn it.”
She brings her palm to my cheek and meets my eyes. The banter between us dies away, and I’m left with a longing to my very core. Her eyes linger on my mouth. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my entire life. My heart is pounding painf
