Thane’s POV
“What are we now?”
Unsure of what to make from Avery’s question, I pause for a while, to decipher her words.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing comes to mind.
Again, I resume stroking her hair gently, dismissing her remark.
“Thane?”
She lifts her head slightly, so she can see my face.
We're beside the fireplace, in the warmth of one another. It's just another beautiful evening, where we seek our blissful company.
She’s lying on the center rug, with her head leaning on my lap. Her skin is delicately wrapped in a pink night dress, that stops a few inches above her knee.
My eyes trail up the length of her thick thighs like it's tossing aside her pink fabric without needing to touch it.
“Okay?”
Still lost in my fantasy of doing the most naughty things to her, I barely pay attention, or even remember her last words.
Damn!
Avery is freaking gorgeous.
“Are you even listening to me?”