Avery’s POV
‘Meet me at 5th Royal Avenue. 2 PM.’
I stare down at Nelson’s message.
Before I almost got dragged out by Rufus, not by action though, just his angry face boring holes into me, I quickly took Nelson’s number, and we had a brief chat before I got home.
With Thane, jealous and lingering as ever, we could only text ourselves when I got home last night.
And now… The same situation.
“Ave.”
Setting my phone aside, I act normal, getting rid of any suspicion whatsoever.
Dangling my hair nonstop, I lost myself a bit.
“What's up?”
He drops his watch and gadget on the bedside table and comes closer to peck me on my cheek.
I spent last night in his room, making up for the times he had to be together. He's such a crybaby.
“You look, stressed.”
I shrug. “Just maybe I am.”
Dark circles beneath my eyes, pale skin, exhaustion…
“You'll have to be bedridden again.”