Avery woke up to Lewis's persistent call. Ian was gone, and judging from how cold his side of the bed was, she could tell it had been a while.
What was left with his lingering scent was a bitter taste of the loneliness that follows.
Avery wished he could be around more; she wished they were a normal couple.
Dropping by each other’s place when they miss each other, openly going out on dates and holding hands in public without giving a damn what anybody thinks.
Maybe Rosie was right; she is a bit clingy when it comes to love.
She's getting greedy and wonders if her greed this time will shatter them like it did every other relationship she’s had.
“What is it, Lewis?” Avery asked as she rose up from them and walked over to her box to get a change of clothes.
“Why are you doing this to
