(Avery’s Thoughts)
As soon as we enter the apartment I know something’s wrong. His mood changes. He goes straight to the living room, and he adjusts his clothes.?
“Is he hot? He is covered in sweat,” I tell myself. I look at him as I close the door behind me and put the keycard on the kitchen counter.?
I look at him loosening up his clothes, looking irritable and uncomfortable.?
Suddenly, what Greta said a while ago pops up in my mind. Is it really true? Did he really find me? Just as Peach said. Then, why didn’t he approach me? Did I make a wrong decision?
Now, I am so confused. I follow his every move with my eyes, and as soon as my right foot steps on the carpet in the living room, our eyes meet.?
I see his green eyes, his alluring eyes, only looking at me. And his gaze, his focused gaze melts me away, it melts all the hatred and the confusion away.?