Elliot glanced up at Avery's face, then said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

The sweater felt more comfortable and warm than he had expected.

Avery was shocked by how good he looked in it.

She could not decide if it was the quality of the sweater, or if he was just that good looking.

She picked up the paper bag and pulled out a gift box.

"I also got you this just in case you didn't like the sweater," she said.

Elliot stared at the box in her hand.

"It's a lighter," Avery explained quickly. "I didn't know what else to get you so I got this. It's practical and you could probably use it. You shouldn't smoke too much, though. It's bad for you."

Then, she placed the box in Elliot's hands.

Elliot opened the box, pulled out the lighter, and sparked a light.

"I'm not a heavy smoker," he said in a sultry voice. "I only smoke when I'm stressed out."

Avery's brows raised in surprise as she said, "You were always smoking when I was living at your place."

"That's because you were always