KillianI stopped outside Avery’s room at seventeen minutes past eight.I hadn’t slept particularly well.Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Hadley’s mouth inches from mine, her fingers around my wrist, and the fact that Maddox Callum had the worst fucking timing of anyone alive.Whether she’d have kissed me back was another matter.I’d spent an unreasonable amount of time thinking about that.I straightened my cuff.*Her.**Not now.**Want.**I know.*Ghost was quiet for a second.Then, with the entirely unearned satisfaction of an animal who had been waiting years to say it:*Want Her.*Two words.He had not managed two words together about anything since the night at the lake.I opened the door.—-Avery was sitting up in bed.There was a breakfast tray beside her, untouched except for one piece of toast that had been broken into four remarkably even pieces and then rearranged.The curtains were half drawn. Somebody had brought flowers, which were on the windowsill in a vase
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