And today Lyra was going to be here. He felt like he’d been waiting for her forever, and it’d only been a few days. He missed her sexy smile and her riot of curls and the way she didn’t take any shit and the way she gasped and gripped his shoulders when he fucked her. Xander had brought home a few different girls over the years, all magazine-perfect beauties, and finally Avery got to- well not got to, had to- share his heterosexual romantic attachment with the rest of the family. Xander had avoided him all day, which made a nice change, but he felt like time was being bided on that front. Oh well. He just had to ride it out another week. And he’d have Lyra.
When the taxi pulled up, Avery came out of his room and stepped quickly down the stairs, hoping to reach the door first, but no, there was Dannielle in a fresh periwinkle blue dress, pulling open the doors to greet their guest before she’d even knocked.
“Lyra! How lovely to finally meet you!” she declared, holding her hands out to take Lyra’s warmly in hers. Behind her, Avery rolled his eyes, unable to stop a grin from spreading as he made eye contact with Lyra. Thank the Lord, she was finally here. He had backup.