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.

you’d actually keep your word this time,” I grumble, approaching

I am

I searched his blue eyes, trying my best to not

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

at his sweaty skin. I licked my lips subconsciously as I

had

warmth that I could feel it

step forward. “I didn’t want you to leave,” I whispered, searching his gaze, for what

swallowed. His addam apple bobbing up and down. I find the action to be hot,

his neck back up to his eyes. “I like it when

a sharp breath, his eyes darkening. I reach 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 lashes,

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

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