Avery
Nothing prepared me for the sight of Erik in a suit. Alec told me I would swoon over him if I went to Irina and Quinn’s wedding. I’d avoided the wedding by making an excuse about medical work, but even mad at him as I was, there would have been a dribble patch.
“Changed your mind?” he asked.
I looked down and realised I was still wearing his t-shirt in bed. My hair probably looked like it housed a flock of birds. I should have asked Char to borrow some more clothes. Could I walk around his offices wearing his t-shirt and Char’s old jogging bottoms?
“It’s just…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to come.” He fixed his tie.
Say what you are struggling with. If he’ll slay physical and mental demons with you, you can tell him.
“I don’t want to embarrass you,” I said, ducking my head.
