Aven never spoke a word after I saw his lethally drunk on the seat. Like he never finished our stock in one day. One night.
"Good morning," he rubbed his eyes.
I didn't reply. I was still too shocked.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
I shook my head, pulling myself off the stool and walking towards the stove.
"Pearl," he dragged my name, his voice suddenly becoming closer as his arms wrapped around me. "I'm sorry."
"It's your right to feel protective," I smiled. "Don't worry."
"It made you sad," he frowned. "I didn't mean to."
"It's alright," he kissed my forehead. "You don't have to apologise."
"I'm just not comfortable with you meeting Hunter."
"I'm not too."
"Drop the task," he took his mug of coffee. "Easy as that."
"You know Drew," I added more sugar into mine. "It isn't easy."
"Then make it easy, Pearl."
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Kısa HikayeSlut (noun) : A woman with morals of a man. or : Pearl with the morals of Hunter. ●●● "No, Pearl. Men don't like this," he said, his lips grimacing. He looked at my face, then my hair and then my dress, and he didn't like it one bit. Not aft...
