Seventeen

Breakfast is silent the next morning.

The hall is emptier than the previous night, only residents or workers of the house eating and chatting.

All of the women are smiling and smirking, nudging each other and looking up at Avery, who sits at the front of the room with scarlet-coloured cheeks.

She looks around nervously, her eyes landing on Roman, before they quickly flit away, acting like she never looked in his direction.

Carolyn nudges her with a smirk, winking at her in between shovelling oatmeal into Michelle's mouth.

Avery scowls at her, feeling the nervous tension around her.

She doesn't care who knows about their kiss; she isn't shy about stuff like that. She doesn't give a second glance to rumours and mutters in the corners of the halls.

Her fear stems from his reaction. Because Goddess knows in this pack who would tell him, and he might think she's been telling everybody.

And she hasn't! She told the ladies last night, and that's it.

Yeah, so everybody knows, Sonya snorts, ro