Avery started awake after a night of debauchery and pizza to the sound of an annoying, insistent rapping on the door. Then, there came a muffled call of “I’m coming in now!” before the familiar sound of a key turning in the lock. Blinking blearily in the dim light insistently flooding in through the gaps in the curtains, Ava grumbled a little and rubbed at her eyes as James tumbled from the bed in a rush.
“s**t!” James yelped, rubbing a bit at his knee as he scrambled around, probably in search of clothing.
After going for round two after pizza, and then round three sometime in the middle of the night, when Avery woke up feeling rather parched, neither of them had bothered with clothing. She’d had the most beautiful, comfortable night’s rest - but seeing James scramble around in a panic
