Chapter Twenty Five

Avery's point of view

He tasted like red wine, his lips entwined with mine in an unholy harmony, moving like they were destined to be there. His hands were everywhere this time, one was under my shirt leaving heat trails all over while the other cupped my face then moved to my hair and finally rested on the small of my back.

Moving closer to him felt automatic because the next second, I was done with being far away and I was on top of him, straddling him.

"You're so so beautiful Avery" Ryan said against my lips.

We separated briefly for air and I used that time to check him out, his lips slightly full from the kissing and parted for air, his cheeks were red. And his eyes, oh the look in his eyes was both feral and hot in a good way. His Iris were darkened and I knew he wanted this break to be over as soon as possible.

My hands found the end of my shift and I pulled it over my head. I stayed away from his eyes this time. Why? I didn't know. I felt a bit insecure about my body or was it