Thane’s POV
Name… Orion Stein
Check.
Number… Blank.
“Avery?”
I’m trying to be on my best behavior, knowing how angry I can get if pushed against the wall.
“Open the door.”
It opens shortly after and she is standing in my face, with sleepy eyes and lazy limbs.
She is dressed in her pink silky night dress, the same one I can't take my eyes off.
What's worse is that the traces of her firm nipples are visible as the dress clings to her body.
Focus!
I shake my head as if getting the image off my head.
Managing to gain composure, I hold the note in her face.
“You spent all night writing just his name?”
Without a care in the world, she yawns recklessly, sprawling her limbs about, feeling sleepy.
“Avery!”
She startles, getting the message.
I’m late for work, and the last thing I need is her adding to it.
“Uh…”
She takes it from my hand as if she has zero idea what I mean.
Holy lord!
“You want his name, right?”
She yawns again.