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23
BRYN
Avery sleepsin and I watch TV with a bowl of cereal, feet propped up on the coffee table. The image of her beautiful, curvy body spent the night in my dreams. I've seen women in less and not responded like this—obsessive thoughts about peeling the scraps of material away and getting my hands and mouth on her.
She's fucking gorgeous. I call her cute, laugh at how petite she is, but she's sexy as hell.
Shit. Stop thinking about the way her tits looked, half-hidden and spilling out over the black lace.
Avery's doing the right thing by keeping me at arm's length. She’d have sex with a man who’s an emotional wreck with nothing to give her, and she deserves more. Avery's younger, at uni, will undoubtedly find a guy more suitable than me. It's not as if we'll wait for each other if I go on tour. Why should she?
But for some inexplicable reason, I'd like Avery in my life longer; and allowing her close then hurting her would be the wrong thing to do.
Avery appears with my T-shirt folded over her arm, her brown hair damp. She looks younger and vulnerable and I mentally kick myself for wanting her.
“I hope you don't mind; I used your shower.”
“'Course not.”
There's no embarrassed aversion of her eyes or cautiousness; maybe she's used to friends seeing her almost naked. She lives with guys.
I set my empty bowl on the table. “Are you hungry?”
“I should probably head to class.” The first hint of embarrassment crosses Avery's face as she fiddles with the label in my T-shirt.
Do I say anything?
“Okay. Want me to call you an uber?”
Avery's eyes widen a moment and the she nods. “I'll chat to somebody about moving in with them. I'm sure somebody will have a spare room, and I'm a bit far from uni here and–”
“Slow down. No hurry.”
“I'm uncomfortable, Bryn.”
“What? Because I saw–”
“Don't say it!” says Avery, rubbing her face. “Please.”
“It didn't mean anything,” I lie. “I'm used to seeing girls with no clothes on.”Not a lie.
“Yeah, I bet,” she says stiffly.
“But sorry if I embarrassed you.”
Avery shrugs nonchalantly. “No problem.” But I can see from her pale face it is.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about though. You're an attractive girl.”
Avery sucks on her bottom lip and shakes her head. Is she about to cry? I stand and cross the room, fighting against taking hold of her. “Are you really okay?”
“I'm fine. Tired. Overwhelmed.” She steps back, increasing the personal space between us and avoiding my eyes.
“I'll call you an uber.”
Avery sits in the armchair while we wait and I'm at a loss what to say, because when I mentioned the situation a few minutes ago, things got worse.
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