Valenzano POV:
This bed feels cold as f**k. I miss sleeping with Cleo, but she is still mad at me. To add more to my aggravation, Westmind link me that Jazz is pissed we sort of kind of require everyone to attend the Thanksgiving dinner Cleo wants to have. Now I have to wake up Cleo so we can go to my office and help Jazz and West go through the RSVPs. I get up and do my morning routine. Looking at myself in the mirror, it looks like I have more grey than usual. I look like s**t, not being able to sleep with Cleo in my arms is taking a toll on me. Not even bothering to put on decent clothes, I just throw on basketball shorts. There is no need for a shirt. I am not going out anywhere. Taking a deep breath, I entered Cleo’s room to wake her.
The sight I saw caused my d**k to get painfully
