Every time I’m with Avery, it still feels like a fever dream. Outside the bedroom, she irritates the ever-loving shit out of me. She makes me want to pull my hair out and has me furiously answering comments like my fingers are going to fall off if I don’t get to them fast enough. It’s different behind closed doors when we put our phones away. Work and life get paused when she shows up at my apartment, and I can be someone else for a little while. The dude who scores a goddamn beauty queen.
