Avery’s POVWyatt came back on a Friday evening.The sound of my front door opening with the key I gave him two weeks ago, followed by familiar footsteps in the living room. He walked in with his tie loosened, jacket slung over one arm, and his phone pressed to his ear in a conversation with someone he was clearly trying to get off the line. He looked exhausted.I crossed the room, took the phone from his hand, and put it to my ear. “He’ll call you back,” I said, then ended the call. I handed the phone back to him.He stared at me. "You just…""You look horrible, Wyatt.”Something in his expression softened. "Good evening to you too, babe." He dropped the jacket on the chair and pulled me close, one arm around my waist.His mouth pressed against my forehead, then my temple, then found my lips kissing me gently as if he'd been waiting for that the entire drive to my place.He was quieter than usual while I made dinner. He sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone with
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