Unguarded Longing

Avery

I woke up slowly, my neck protesting the angle I'd fallen asleep at on Declan's couch. Blinking against the dim light filtering through the massive windows, I fumbled for my phone.

8:17 PM.

I sat up, running my hands through my hair and trying to shake off the grogginess. The throw blanket Declan had given me pooled around my waist, soft and expensive. Of course, it was expensive. Everything