Chapter 5

Avery’s pov

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me from the bathroom mirror the next morning. Dark circles sat under my eyes. My lips still looked bitten. Every time I shifted my weight I felt the lingering ache between my legs from my own fingers the night before, chasing what he had refused to give me.

The training set waiting on the chair was even smaller than the last one. Black shorts that were little more than a strip of stretchy fabric and a sports bra that left most of my chest exposed. I pulled them on with shaking hands and walked down the hall like...