Avery forces a smile onto his face, trying to fake it until he makes it. He wasn't able to see Zoey for Father's Day or the day they left because he wasn't feeling well, but he couldn't let whatever he'd caught shut down his life.
He takes the offered glass of water and smiles at Sydney, hoping this fever goes down soon.
"Honey, I'm fine. Just a little head cold. If it gets worse, I'll go to a doctor. I promise." he says, leaning over to kiss her cheek. By god, she was warm...and she smelled different. It was something new, but not her perfume.
Something in that smell made his mouth water, and suddenly wanted Sydney then and there.
Instead, he takes a long, deep drink of his water, draining the glass quickly. Oddly enough, his mouth still felt like sandpaper.
"I think one more ought to do it." Avery says, passing her the glass again.
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