Chapter 22
It’s been two days since their kiss and Ian still couldn’t get it off his mind. Ian wished the kiss had lasted longer, wishing he could have his fill of the sour taste of the lemon juice Avery had on her table right before she brought him in.
The happiness of their little moment would probably have lasted if Avery hadn’t suddenly perfected the act of avoiding him.
Seeing him only when they were having their meals together, and by meals, it meant meals Finn was present for, or she’d have her meal brought up to her room instead.
Ian wished it was just things between her and Avery that had been awkward.
Eloise and Finn seem to be having a thing of their own; of course, his mother still often helps his father, who could now barely do anything on his own but he could tell things
