Seventy Seven

The rest of the weekend had been a little awkward.

The sparks had begun, and Avery jolted every time Roman touched her, even if it was just a brush off as he walked by.

Roman was falling hard and fast, and the four days together only solidified that.

Nobody had caught on yet, and Avery had no idea how.

The lie they had created was that their wolves had imprinted on each other. Although it caused some raised eyebrows, since imprinting wasn't really done in modern times, her parents had simply accepted it, nodding along with the excuse if anyone questioned it in front of them.

Light, silky scarves had been Avery's go-to accessory to hide her mark.

It was the middle of summer, so she couldn't exactly start wearing polo-neck jumpers.

Roman had it easy - he just wore collared shirts whenever they had to go and be around people.

"That was fun," Avery grumbles, yanking her scarf from around her neck and flinging it onto the bed as she itches.

"Stop scratching, you'll make it worse," Roman re