Dalton City

Pt.17

Authors note - cuteness overload. Omg! My heart cant take it.
Ps. Thanks for all the love and support.

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Avery
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He seems to be very comfortable around me.

Or he's just being a tease.

He walks around the bunker, in his black low jeans, with his tight black and gold belt.

With his perfect sculpted abs and top half bare.

Showing off his perfect shoulders, his manly chest, the fine blonde hair, the toned six pack.

His black thick boots, tread on the bare concrete floor and his back is just to perfect to even describe.

He just doesn't care.

"Are you just going to walk around?" I question him.

"Oh, i don't know. Why do you want me to" he says.

I do.

"I don't" i tell him

Its like he read my mind.

"You do" he quirks his eyebrow up at me.

"This is getting old don't you think? Having me tied up to the chair-"

He just smiles at me, and continues to walk around the bunker.

I continue.

"You think with that perfect smile, those pearly white teeth, that i want to stay here."

His smile grows bigger, he quirks his head at me and licks his teeth.

My eyes dart to his tongue.

Its not that long, but its pink and wet and it trails his teeth perfectly.

"Do you want it?" He says.

I look back up to his eyes, and i blink a few times.

"What?" I question him.

"The tongue." He makes a funny face and pokes his tongue out and i smile.

He chuckles.

"You started it" he tells me, before grabbing his gun and reloading it.

I laugh to myself.

"No i didn't" i say.

"Yes. Yes you did" he says.

"How did i?" I question him.

He puts the gun to the side.

"You looked" he sits on the chair in the corner and crosses his arms.

I shake my head and smile again.

"So i cant look?" I ask him.

"You can look, it's just you obviously wanted it." He leans back into the chair.

"I don't want it" i say with a smile.

This is the most fun, I've had in this bunker since I've been here.

We look at each other, both starring into each other's soul.

He laughs.

I laugh.

His laugh is amazing.

It comes out of his mouth in a beautiful rhythm.

Music to my ears.

He claps his hands and then stands up.

I watch him, put on his white shirt, and his black jacket and then add the gun to his pocket.