"Did you just take the stairs?" I whispered, eyeing the panting and ever so gorgeous Avery. He grinned sheepishly and nodded. Oh for God's sake, you're letting all the thirst show.
Also, I'm flattered.
"Go to my room, that door over there. I'll take Anya to bed."
He nodded obediently before tiptoeing across the floor to my bedroom. I gently carried Anya up in my arms and made my way to her bedroom before carefully laying her down in her bed. She only shuffled slightly but didn't wake up.
I contemplated taking off the pink beret she was still wearing, but quickly dismissed the idea. She'll probably grab my hand in her sleep before I even get close to that thing.
I quietly closed her door as I stepped out, internally panicking. Oh God. Avery is in my room. What do I do? What did I do? I broke one of Vincent's rules! He's going to find out. He's so going to know.