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nothing like Anonna. You don’t look like her,
you don’t act like her and you feel nothing like her. She has
nothing to do with what’s between us.”
    She sniffed, crossing her
arms over her chest defensively. “There isn’t anything between
us.”
    At the sound of material
whispering against material, Avery looked up as Brennus stood
slowly and crossed over to her, as lithe as a big cat. He sank down
beside her on the sofa, so close she could feel that delicious
warmth radiating from him. She gulped, trying to shift away from
him but she was already at the very edge of the sofa. He leaned
back, his arm drifting across the back of the sofa, his fingers
flicking her ponytail. “If there was nothing between us, Avery,” he
whispered and edged a little closer, his dark eyes fixated on her
mouth, “You wouldn’t be jealous of Anonna.”
    Her mouth fell open at
his arrogance. “Jealous!” She spluttered. “I am not jealous! I
don’t even know you to be jealous!”
    “ You keep
saying that but you know it isn’t true.”
    God, the man was
insufferable. He may quite possibly be even more annoying than
Josh. She threw him a dirty sideways glance and turned away from
him to stare into the fire. She felt the heat of his finger on her
skin as he trailed it down her arm, goosebumps following in its
wake. She shivered and told herself she hated him for
it.
    “ Stop
it.”
    “ I like
touching you.”
    “ You’re a
creep.”
    “ Avery,” he
warned.
    She shrugged, still
refusing to look at him.
    “ It’s my turn
you know.”
    Despite herself, Avery
whipped her head around to glare at him. “Your turn to
what?”
    “ To ask the
questions.”
    She shrugged. “Fair is
fair. Go ahead.”
    His smile slipped and he
was glaring at her again.
    “ What?!”
    “ Why on earth
did you date Josh for three years?”
    Avery groaned and flopped
back on the sofa, not caring if her head was cushioned against his
arm. She should have known his question would be related to sex and
relationships somehow.
     
    My Name is
Yours…
    Can I Sleep on
your Floor?
     
    He interrogated her for
what seemed hours. Avery was surprised by the things he knew about
her life. After she stumbled through a clumsy explanation of why
Josh had been perfect for her in high school, Brennus nodded,
telling her he knew about her fear over being centre of attention.
He said he still remembered her freak out at her junior prom when
the prom committee told her she had been nominated for prom court.
She had urged Josh to leave, practically prostituting her way out
of the situation by promising him a chance to go to third base with
her if he did. Brennus glared and she glared back, demanding to
know if he had stuck around for the rest of the show that night.
His face mottled red with seething anger but he shook his head. “I
for one am a gentleman,” he said, reminding her that Josh had
humiliated her anyway by telling all his friends the next day that
he’d gone down on her the night before. Come to think of it, she
couldn’t believe she’d stayed with him as long as she
had.

    Among his
seemingly never-ending questions, Brennus apologised for
embarrassing her when he danced with her at 4.0 . Immediately she felt ashamed
because he seemed to know she had been humiliated to be seen with
him and his scarred face. Somehow she found herself apologising
back, telling him she couldn’t help it, her fear of being noticed
by crowds of people was some psychological bullshit she’d picked up
after the death of her parents. But they both knew that was only
half the truth. Suddenly, Avery wondered why he wanted anything to
do with her. She wasn’t the nicest person.
    When he was done
unravelling her little mysteries, Brennus finally let her drift off
into sleep just as the sun broke the horizon.
    Avery awoke hours later,
the vast darkness beyond the glass windows telling her she’d slept
all day. It had been a wonderful, dreamless sleep. She felt
refreshed for the