Avery's POV
Sweet dreams, my beautiful love.
"What time is it?" I crack my eye open slowly adjusting to the light to ask Xavier for the time.
"5 pm," he shrugged. I gasped and whacked him on the arm.
"Why didn't you wake me up?!" I asked baffled.
"You looked so peaceful, besides, I'd rather you wake up on your own terms than me waking you up and ending up dead." He looked petrified for a few seconds and I burst out laughing.
He did have a point...
"Alright, you're forgiven," I leaned down and kissed his cheek which caused him to pout.
"That's it?" He pouted.
"Yea, if you keep pouting and looking constipated, cause babe I'm not into that," I winked and blew him a kiss.
He gasped dramatically and put a hand over his heart, "You wound me."
"Oh well," I winked again and headed to the bathroom.
"You really are the devil reincarnated," he called out.
I turned around and let my eyes turn pitch black while smirking, "No babe," I paused.
"I'm worse," I laughed at his horrified expression at my comment and headed into the bathroom to do my daily routine.
After doing so, I changed into some fresh set of clothes and made my way downstairs where Xavier was waiting for me with a plate full of bacon.
"I'm going to marry the love of my life," I spoke to him while maintaining eye contact, his back tensed but his eyes held so much emotion, happiness.
I walked up to him in a sultry way and ran my finger down his chest to his well defined abs. My hand then hovered there for a second and I leaned up to kiss him and he leaned down eager to catch my lips.
But before our lips touched, I grabbed the plate full of bacon, "Ah, there you are baby. The love of my life!" I brought the plate up to my mouth and kissed it lovingly.
Xavier's mouth dropped to the ground, like the time I knocked him out. I thought to myself and chuckled.
"I'm regretting making food for you," he frowned playfully.
"Oh yeah?" I teased.
"Yeah," He smirked and folded his arms to his chest.
I hummed and nodded, "Come here," I called him over innocently with my finger and patted the seat next to me on the couch.
He raised his eyebrows in question and confusion but also caution. I shrugged my shoulders and raised both of my hands in surrender.
"Fine then," I turned my attention to the TV and ignored Xavier.
"I was joking babe," I felt Xavier's strong hands on my shoulder, I shrugged them off and paid attention to the TV.
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The Undercover Street Fighter
Teen FictionAvery, a smart mouth, sarcastic, sadistic, and confident 18 year old troublemaker. Not to mention an undercover street fighter. Finds herself running away from her life in Brooklyn, New York to start a clean slate all the way in Seattle, Washington...