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Lark Avery

"Where are all of the clothes you took with you?" Javier asks, his brows pinched together as he looks at my gym duffel bag packed full with every article of clothing I own.

"I don't have them." I say without looking up at him, angrily stuffing my hand into the top of the bag to try to get it to zip.

"What do you mean you don't have them? Where did they go?" he asks. 

"I don't have them! Alright?! I just don't have them!" I yell, raising my voice at him. I was the only person on earth that could get away with yelling at Javier Santos. Maybe that's why I did it so often when I lived with him. Arguing and yelling over the simplesst things just because I could, because I was constantly testing to see what he'd put up with from me. Which, was a lot. Or maybe it had to do with the fact I was always angry with him for something that was never his fault. I was constantly fighting the attraction I had to a man that wasn't available, and even if he had been, I was too young for him.

"Still feral I see." he says calmly. 

I drop my hand to my sides and glare at him. He loved to call me that. Whenever I'd yell or argue. While Javier Santos could keep himself calm, I could not. That frustrated me even more when I'd go on my little tirades with him. 

"I am not ...feral." I say through gritted teeth. 

"No?" he asks, walking over and I immediately hold my breath as he walks to the side of my bed and looks down at me and I shake my head and I swallow as he lifts his hand and I finally exhale and close my eyes as he slips his hand right behind my neck. 

"It's not an insult Little Bird." he says and I lift my lashes and look back up at him, big mistake, oh god. I'm so fucking turned on right now I could scream as the corner of his mouth hitches, that small dimple in the left side of his cheek , peeking its way onto his annoyingly perfect face. 

"Your temper has always been one of my favorite things about you." he says and then his thumb is tracing along my jawline and down my throat. 

"yeah right" I say quietly, forcing the words from my mouth in a heavy breath as the corner of his mouth climbs higher and the dimple grows deeper. 

"There's not a single thing about you that I don't adore Little Bird." he says softly and I swallow again, at least..I try to, but it's stuck in my throat, and I forget how to breathe. He always makes it so hard to just fucking breathe. 

"Why don't you have any of things that you took with you when you left , Lark?" he asks and I just blink, then shake my head to clear my mind, even though it's totally clear , because I can't think at all right now. Not with him looking at me like this, not with his hand of my face, not with him telling me he adores everything about me. Why was he doing this? Why was he torturing me? 

"I needed money. So I sold them." I say. 

His head tilts, his eyes fall down to my mouth. Both corners of his mouth lifting. 

"You know....." he says. "When you lie.....your lips...." he says, pausing again and his hand slips. "You do this little thing....after your little lies pass through them.." he says , slipping his thumb right along the underside of my lower lip, tracing the the outline of it. 

"You tuck them in...your purse them, just the slightest bit...." he says and then his thumb is over my lower lip, stroking over it slowly, and I watch his eyes, they stay right on my mouth, and his jaw clenches slightly, his nose flaring just the tiniest bit. 

"It's your only tell that you have when you lie....otherwise...you're a pretty skillfull little liar." he says and I open my mouth. 

"I'm not lying." I say, and then I feel my fucking lips do it. It's involuntary, and the smile on his face broadens and his teeth peek through his lips just slightly. 

"I've missed you Little Bird" he says. "So much." he adds with a slight shake of his head. 

"Tell me why you really don't have the things I bought you." he says of the ridiculous amounts of clothes and belongings he'd had shipped to me at my last place when I'd moved. 

"I really did sell them." I say. Not a lie. His eyes watching my mouth. 

"Why did you sell them?" he asks. "If you needed money, I would have given it to you." 

"I didnt want your money anymore." I say and he just looks at me. He's not offended, he knows I wanted to take care of myself, that I didn't want to depend on him after I'd moved out. He'd spoiled me without me ever asking him to when I lived with him. Just like he promised, I wanted for nothing when I lived with him. The only thing I wanted...truly wanted though....was the one thing he couldn't give me. Him. 

"Tell me why Lark." he says and his hands are both on my face now, angling it up higher, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"I can't." I say, barely able to breathe, my eyes filling with tears, and I close them, willing them away as I take a shaky breath. 

"You can tell me anything. Always." he says gently and I open my eyes  and watch his brows move slightly with concern, and it's like a punch in the gut. I wasn't sure what I did to deserve to have someone like Javier Santos care about me the way he did , or take care of me. 

"Because everything reminded me of..." You. I want to say. "it just reminded me of home." 

I can feel my fucking lips tuck themselves inward slightly. It's not a lie. But it's not the entire truth, but they give me away.

"Little bird..." he whispers, and then the tone in his voice, he sounds disappointed with me, and I hate that tone the worst. He knows I'm not giving him the entire truth.

"Just drop it" I say and turn my head and a tear falls down my cheek as I turn from him and back to the suit case.

"Come here." he says, grabbing my arm.

"no" I reply, but I make zero attempt at keeping him from pulling me into him and tucking my head against his chest. My arms go right around him, and I hold him tight. More tears fall, and I close my eyes and push my face harder into his chest as he holds the back of my head with one hand, kissing the top of my head, the other arm wrapped tightly around me. 

"I understand." he whispers. "The smell of you drifted through the house for months little bird, and then it was gone.....and I'd search for it. You may have wanted the reminders of me gone from view....but I searched for everything that reminded of you....I couldnt get enough of the memories you left behind." he says, making me cry harder and hold him tighter, and he kisses the top of my head. 

"I can't live off memories anymore...I can't find the smell of you anywhere in the house anymore." He says, and the hand at the back of my head, fists my hair and I listen to him inhale deeply with his nose pressed to the top of my head.

"I've gone fucking crazy without you at home Little Bird....come home with me...and stay with me...I need you there with me...and I don't want you to leave, ever again...I can't fucking stand it without you there" he heaves a sigh and I'm grabbing the back of his suit jacket so fucking hard as I cry against his chest. 

"Do you want to come home Lark?" he whispers into my hair, and I nod. I nod several times as I cry against his chest.