"Um, can you tell me something first? What are we?" Christian asked stupidly.
Avery grinned at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "Well, I don't know what I am but you're mine now. If that wasn't your end goal, you shouldn't have kissed me like that."
His heart thumped unevenly. Hers now. He really shouldn't but he liked the sound of that. He would gladly be hers for as long as he could get away with it. He hoped that was able to last as long as possible.
"…that's fair. Sorry about that. I kind of lost my head."
"Don't you dare apologize!" she insisted.
"Sorry. I mean!—okay, I won't apologize anymore," Christian said wishing he could bury his head in the sand like an ostrich.
Avery shrugged this off but, a moment later, her eyes widened and she slapped the couch next to her as if she thought of something important. "I don't even know your last name! If you're going to date me, that's fairly vital information to have. Mine's West."
