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Thirteen
“Rise and shine!” Avery chirped, tapping my foot.
Why was I on top of the covers? And why was I laying on something hard and warm?
I rose up, cracking my eyes open, and discovered that Trace was asleep in my bed.
Oh, crap.
Since it was only large enough for one person, I had ended up cradled against his chest. I really hoped I hadn’t drooled, that’d be beyond embarrassing.
“Next time,” Avery winked, “hang something on the door to warn me.”
“Avery!” I shrieked, startling Trace. “We didn’t do anything!”
“I know,” she cackled, “I just wanted to watch your ears turn red.”
Trace sat up, rubbing his eyes, and stretched his arms above his head. The muscles in his chest flexed with the movement.
“Sorry,” he yawned, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Where’s my shirt?” He looked around.
“The floor,” Avery answered, grinning from ear to ear.
“Right,” he drew out the word, smirking. “Someone wanted me to take it off.”
My face flamed.
Avery held out a Starbucks coffee cup for each of us. “I don’t blame her,” she laughed as Trace took the offered cup, “it’s a nice chest.”
I spat out the coffee I had taken a sip of.
I was going to have to stop drinking liquids around Avery. It was proving dangerous.
She laughed at my reaction. “Just because I’m with Luca doesn’t mean I can’t look.”
“It should,” I grumbled, glaring at the droplets of coffee now staining my bed.
“Thanks for the coffee,” Trace saluted Avery as he hopped out of my bed and bent to pick up his shirts. He placed the cup on my desk as he pulled them on. He was adorably bedraggled and if Avery wasn’t here, I might have begged him to stay. “I’ll call you later,” he whispered in my ear and then pecked me on the lips. He grabbed the coffee cup and opened the door. “Later, Avery,” he called over his shoulder, as he eased the door shut, “and thanks for the coffee.”
“Not a problem,” she hollered after him. Looking back at me, with a smirk, she shook her head, “Look at you, Livie. Letting a boy sleep in your bed. I would have went crazy ginger on your ass, but since it was obvious no hanky panky went down, I decided to let it slide.” She pulled her desk chair out and sat down.
“I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I mumbled, running my fingers through my tangled hair.
“Really, it’s okay,” she chirped, spinning in her chair. I didn’t know how she managed not to spill her coffee. “I was kind of surprised when I opened the door and found you both curled up like that. It was cute.”
“What time did you get in?” I questioned, sipping at my caramel latte.
“Late,” she grinned.
“I should’ve known,” I laughed lightly.
“We can’t all be a goody two-shoes like you,” she mumbled.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m far from that.”
“Olivia, if there was a picture next to the word perfection in the dictionary, it would be you,” she finished her coffee and tossed it at the trash can, missing.
I gritted my teeth. There was that word again. Perfection. The single thing I had str
