9
Avery
I woke the next morning to my phone buzzing.
“Hello?” I asked. My voice was raspy with sleep.
“I have a great idea.”
I rubbed my eyes. “Emmett?”
“Are you still sleeping? Adams, it’s nearly nine in the morning.”
“I know, it’s not even nine in the morning, and you’re calling me. So rude.”
“I get up at six every day. We should get married.”
I narrowed my eyes, replaying the words I must have mistakenly heard. “No, thank you.”
“It’s working, Adams. My polling numbers shot up the second you and I stepped out together. Also, Miri sent herself that picture from last night and posted it on social media.”
“The second one?” I remembered the way his mouth brushed my cheek right before he got a bunch of my hair in his mouth. His stubble had scraped my skin so gently. Why did I keep
