Silas had stopped laughing. Just moments ago, he had been wheezing with laughter, tears glinting at the corners of his eyes, but the moment she straddled him like that, his body went rigid. His hands froze where they were, his breath caught mid-chuckle. His dark eyes widened slightly, something unreadable flickering in them.
Avery blinked in confusion. "What—why did you stop?" she asked, only for the realization to hit her like a thunderbolt.
Her mind short-circuited.
She. Was. On. Top. Of. Him.
And not just that, she was wearing shorts!
Avery's entire face turned scarlet, a shade so deep it almost matched the silk pillow beneath her knee. Oh, for heaven's sake, Avery! she screamed internally. As if keeping his picture as your wallpaper wasn't humiliating enough, now this?
