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This week’s exerpt shows a little bit of
the softer side of both Atticus and Avery! :) Enjoy!
Somehow, we end up cuddling. My legs are
draped over his lap, his fingers tracing little patterns on the arch of my
foot, over my tattooed skin. It’s making it really hard to concentrate on who
is getting eaten on the TV—although I’ve seen Jurassic Park often enough that I could probably quote it under any
other circumstance. He seems unaware of what he’s doing to me.
Doubtful, but he’s doing a damn fine
impression.
Halfway through the movie, I finally quit
arguing with myself and say fuck it. I catch his arm where it’s resting
casually on my thigh and pull. He stares at me, assessing me, and I flash him
the brightest smile I can muster. “I promise to be good.”
He rolls his eyes, but stretches out behind
me on the couch, my head pillowed on one of his arms, the other wrapped around
my waist to hold me against him. His breath sifts through my hair, and I let
out a deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding. His grip on me tightens a
little.
The anxious feeling that’s been chasing me
through the whole night vanishes as I settle in his embrace. The last thing I
see is a little girl screaming as a T-Rex attacks her car.
Later, I feel the couch shift and shiver in
the sudden absence of his grip. I look blearily at the clock, stunned to
realize it’s almost three. I look at Atticus, who shrugs before scooping me off
the couch. “I watched the commentaries.”
Who watches
commentaries? Either he’s the biggest geek in the world or he’s pretty
happy spending time with me.
Both make me irrationally happy.
He lays me down on my bed and tugs my
blanket up over my feet. “Thanks for the cookies, Avery.” He leans down to kiss
my forehead, and the warm feeling that’s been covering me for the past several
hours begins to dissipate.
“Don’t go.” The words slip out before I can
stop them, and I see his eyes widen, see the hesitation.
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'Til next time!
Sam :-)
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