Now it doesn’t matter what kind of ‘image’ we were portraying—love was just gone...
I stayed in the upstairs room until the early hours, my stomach cramping from hunger. I started pounding on the door, worried something might happen to me. Avery eventually came upstairs and opened the door for me.
She saw me drenched in sweat, my brow furrowed with pain. “Dennis, did you not think to open a window in the room? You don’t like using cologne, but you sweat so much it’s really noticeable, you know?”
The memory of the overpowering scent of men’s cologne on Avery from the night before hit me like a wave, and I couldn’t stop myself from gagging. Avery flinched slightly, her face twisting in irritation.
Without missing a beat, she stepped back and headed downstairs, muttering under her breath, “Dennis, you’re insufferable. Just pack your things and go already. You’re nothing but a nuisance.”
As her footsteps faded, I heard her voice change, now light and teasing. “See, Bryan? I told you he’s got some kind of superpower—he’s still alive.”