Avery’s pov

My breath hitches and my heart rate spikes to an alarming pace. Tingles race through me and I am lost in his gaze, unable to rip my eyes away from the hunger swirling in those blues while he stared intensely at my lips.

“I-I swallowed, my tongue moving between my lips to trace around for any remains of the sugar icing of the donut. Xade watched the action like a hawk. His eyes burning through me.

He let out a sound that resembled a groan and moan, which collected the attention of the girl who was walking by. She stared at us both in intrigue and amusement and I flushed, quickly moving aside and telling Xade to hurry up in.

The last thing I want is to be the talk around here. Girls….can be very talkative when they want to be. And rumors spread like wildfire.

His tall broad frame instantly felt way too huge in the small room, dominating the air around us instantly the second I close the door behind him. A shiver race down my spine and I shifted on my foot to hide the way he affected me.

Calm down, Avery.

“Well,” I drawled awkwardly and low, walking over to my bed and sitting down. Xade’s blue swirls followed my every move. I flipped my hair over my shoulder.

I would have offered you a sit,” I murmured, trying to get a hold of my thoughts. “But I don’t think you deserve one nor do I think you’ll stay that long.”

Xade’s eyebrow raised, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Such hostility from such a petite little woman. Cute.”

lower lip and folded my arms across my chest to appear unaffected and firm. The last thing he needs is to know that his presence brought warmth to me. Warmth that I was missing in the three days I had not

eyes roamed my

excuses on why you

“Not an excuse V,” he murmured. “I’ve been sick and…dealing

the ice, so I looked away and pin my eyes on the wall

until he was in front of me, towering over me with his huge frame. I lift up my head, our eyes connecting in that way that made me go numb. “I

heart thrums. He searched my eyes and he groaned, taking a step back, running his hand through his messy

he goes again. Being sweet and then

his hand. As soon as my fingers wrap around his arm, I

his arm in alarm. “Are you sick? Do you have a fever?” I questioned,

a little fever. It should go down later into the

forward, about to touch him once more when he pulled back. “I should get going. I’ll see you

battling a huge fever and he’s asking about training. “Maybe we should postpone until

grits.

cup his cheeks. My palm brush over the little stubble. This

you’re not,” I

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