Chapter 17 - Where is the blood?

Anderson calmed himself before leaving the shower room. Avery was sleeping with her back turned to him when he got back to the bedroom. His shirt was very big on her and even with the sleeves rolled up, she looked very funny. For her petite frame and his tall athletic figure, it was a great contrast. Also, there was a five-year age gap between them.

Anderson lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and sniffing the scent of her shampoo with his head buried in the back of her neck. She carried a sweet strawberry fragrant. Avery automatically stiffened with his hands around her waist and he knew that she was still awake.

To tease her, he moved his hands to her legs, brushing them slowly to her thighs. When it reached her knee, she caught it and said shyly,

“I’m sorry Trent, I have cramps.”

Anderson’s hand froze underneath hers and she was filled with remorse. How could she allow Trent’s name to slip from her mouth like that? “I’m sorry…. Ander.”

“Ander? At first, it