Chapter 40

Avery

"Honey-glazed roast it is." His eyes softened, and he leaned forward to press a brief, gentle kiss to my forehead—a gesture so natural and affectionate it stole my breath. "Your cravings aren't demands, Avery. They're your body telling you what it needs. Never apologize for that. Now rest. I'll wake you when it's ready."

He started to rise, but I caught his sleeve without thinking. "That d