“Avery?” he replies, shocked. He hangs the pink push-up bra back on the rack slowly, his eyes not breaking contact with me at any point. Trying to collect myself as he starts making his way over, I take in how he’s changed in the past five years.
His hair is slightly longer, eyes brighter, jawline somehow sharper than before. There’s a hint of stubble on his chin, but not enough to make him look older than twenty five. My eyes trail down his neck to his chest, which is covered by a tight-fitting T-shirt and a black blazer. Whoa. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Everest in a blazer before. It suits him extremely well, not going to lie. And of course, he’s wearing the infamous black jeans.
“Oh my Goddess, it’s actually you.” He breathes out, running his eyes down my body in the same way I was
