Avery’s pov

I pushed open the door to the gym, my

I hear the familiar grunts and sound eyes already in search of him when of fists hitting the bag.

My heart leapt when I spotted him by the punching bag, his strong intimidating form moving fluidly as he keeps punching the bag in. I’d not be surprised if the bag suddenly burst open from his force.

As I stood there, mesmerized by the sight of him, it seems as though he sensed that I was there because he turned around, his eyes catching mine instantly. The tense air around him evaporates and his eyes soften, and a small playful smile traced on his lips.

“You’re late.” He snorts playfully, removing the gloves from his hands.

My breath hitched, staggering as I stare at his playful warm smile. Get a hold of yourself, Avery. One smile and you’ve forgotten you are supposed to give him hell for leaving you without saying goodbye.

time,” I grumble, approaching

I accused when I am standing before

eyes, trying my best to not be entrapped by his gaze. He always seems to trap

mine. “And trust me, it was hard to.” He confessed, looking away. “I didn’t want to wake you up or get you

sweaty skin. I licked my lips subconsciously as I stared at his glistening flesh that

to feel him like I had done last

moving to mine, staring at me with so much warmth that I could feel it puncturing inside my skin. “If I had told

my cheek, taking a step forward. “I didn’t want you to leave,”

and down. I find the action to be hot, and my lips tingle to

eyes moving off his neck back up to his eyes. “I like it

his wrists as I stare up into his intense eyes. “And one day,” I looked at him under my lashes, dragging my teeth on my bottom lip.

the blue storms. The air around us charge with electricity and buzzed with tension. A zap in the air that

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