Fifty one (III)

He clears his throat, wondering if she heard him.

As he's about to repeat himself, she sighs.

"Yeah, well I've only had this place a year, I've had my room for twenty-eight," she shrugs, finally reaching her bedroom and flinging open the door, sliding along the wood in her fluffy socks.

Roman peers in cautiously as if he was expecting to be attacked by something.

Avery rolls her eyes at his nervousness, folding her arms over her chest and scowling at him.

"Nobody is in here, just get in and close the door," she mutters, and he rolls his eyes.

"If you frown anymore, you'll get wrinkles," he grumbles, looking around the room and his eyes landing on her massive bed.

His mouth opens and his eyebrows raise in surprise as he blinks at it, shaking his head.

Avery rolls her eyes, used to this reaction from her family when they came individually to inspect her home.

She likes working from her bed, which means she needs to be comfortable. She would also sleep for a year if she could, so she nee