Avery
The bacon and eggs tasted like nectar from the gods that morning. I’d gone twenty-four hours without eating. I thought the attack at the funeral would’ve traumatised me, but it seemed so surreal. Everything ached this morning, though that part wasn’t surreal. Last night I’d felt so disorientated after all the healing, like I’d been drinking. My cheeks flamed at the bold Avery who’d showered with Erik. That man was overwhelming up close. I must have looked a right state compared to him!
Your fat arse was on display.
Oh, my god!
“What’s put that pretty blush on your face?” Marco took a seat next to me, a huge mound of food on his plate. He saw me staring and winked. “I’m a growing boy.”
“Move up.”
Erik grabbed the back of Marco’s heavy wooden chair, dragged him one space up the t
