His angry side

"This is one of the scenarios from a movie I saw and really hated," Avery murmured, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

He had already positioned himself on the other side of the bed, in an awkward way. His body remained upright, and his hands were folded above his chest, as if he didn't know where else to put them.

Ida lay next him, her eyes closed, looking the opposite direction. She was trying to sleep when Avery's speaking voice disturbed her. Because of how silent it was, the deepness of Avery's voice resonated in her ears.

"What scene?" she asked, opening her eyes but not turning her head to look at Avery.

"This uncomfortable sort of situation we're in," the man murmured as he decided to sit up. "Look, this is ridiculous," he said, motioning to the pillow barrier that separated them in bed. "I feel like a teen grappling with a new romance."

Ida had to look behind her back to see what Avery was talking about. And when she realized what it was, she couldn't help but laugh. "We could ju