Chapter 181

Avery stirred awake, eyebrows furrowed, as the sun filtered through the curtains and into the room.

A soft breath tickled her forehead, and as she blinked sleep from her eyes, the first thing she saw was Cain watching her intently with a look she couldn't quite decipher.

Heat crept up her neck. "What?" she mumbled, pressing her face into the pillow to escape his gaze.

Cain chuckled softly, seeing her get shy. "Nothing," he replied.

Liar.

Avery peeked up at him through her lashes, only to find him still watching. She swallowed, suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you staring?" she asked and then suddenly was hit with quite a number of possibilities as to why he could be staring.

"Did I snore? Was I talking? Drooling?" she paused, horror dawning on her. Was she… farting?