AVERY
He was pissed. I knew he said that he wasn’t pissed at me, but he was pissed nonetheless. And it was hard staring at his low-lidded intense eyes on a normal day so add the fact that he was pissed to that, I was finding it hard to maintain eye contact. It was dark, so at least I was grateful for that.
I still couldn’t believe that he was here in front of me. Flesh and blood. He was wearing his signature colour—black. But this time he was dressed more casually. A black hoodie and black jeans, probably because of the cold. He looked so yummy and so bloody sexy that I couldn’t focus on anything but him.
I couldn’t focus on anything but him, until his words registered.
Was he seriously taking that tone with me? And asking me where I was coming from by this time?
“I’m sorr
