Avery’s Point of View
His words made me pause, my heart skipping a beat. There was something about the way he said it, the conviction in his voice, that made the air feel heavier. But it wasn’t just the words—it was his gaze. As he spoke, his eyes locked onto mine, and his intensity was almost too much to bear.
I felt a chill run down my spine, the kind that was both unsettling and thrilling. For a moment, I swore he was trying to tell me something without saying it outright. But I quickly shook the thought away, laughing nervously to break the tension. “That’s… nice,” I said, trying to sound casual.
He tilted his head slightly, still watching me, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he gestured toward the door. “Come on. You should rest.”
We walked back into the house, and as I admired the grandeur once again, I couldn’t help but feel like I was stepping into a different world. The silence between us felt charged, as if there was something hanging in the air, but I didn’t dare p
