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.

didn’t think you’d actually keep your word this time,” I grumble, approaching him. Even though my voice

I am

and I shuddered. I searched his blue eyes, trying my best to not be entrapped by his gaze. He always

confessed, looking away. “I didn’t want to wake you up or

licked my lips subconsciously as I stared at his glistening flesh that tempted me to reach forward

want to feel him like I had done last night. His warmth

his eyes moving to mine, staring at me with so much warmth that I

bit the inside of my cheek, taking a step forward. “I didn’t want you to leave,” I whispered, searching his gaze, for what

apple bobbing up and down. I find the action to be

corrected, my eyes moving off his neck back up to his eyes. “I like it when

for his hand, brushing the tips of my fingers around his wrists as I stare up into his intense eyes. “And one day,” I looked at him under my

The air around us charge with

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