An Assassin?

MAVERICK

'Can we talk?' I stared at the message on my phone. It was from Ramon. My eyes went up to the time to see it was 11:00 pm. Avery was long asleep in my arms while I worked on the festival.

I debated whether to send him a reply or ignore the message like I didn't see it. Avery muttered a few words and then went back to her sleeping. I fixated my eyes on her face and a ghost of a smile came up to my face.

Slowly, I reached out to move the strand of hair from her face and my eyes darted to her slightly parted pink lips. Her eyelashes cast a shadow on her cheekbone and her button-like nose stayed there peacefully releasing a few breaths accompanied by sounds.

"Yet she argues that she doesn't snore..." I mumbled pressing the bridge of her nose. She raised her hand to swat my hand away before she turned face away, out of my view. I dropped my phone and turned her head back so I could see her face and she grumbled in annoyance turning her face back.

"Stubborn even in her sleep."

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