CLEO'S POV
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I turn disoriented, clutching the small pillow and my face pushes into a tighter pillow. I pull back, my eyes slowly fluttering open and I stare at the beige back rest of the couch. It feels cold and it's dark and when I sit up, a soft snort makes me whip around, almost breaking my neck only to see Gavin sitting on the single couch. I pull my dress down when I feel the cold air against my bare ass and his hooded gaze flicks down to my ass as he scoffs, shaking his head lightly. "You're a heavy sleeper,", "I was drunk," I explain, "Was or are?", "I'm sober now, sleep can do that. You should try it," I sneer. I don't know how long he's been sitting there, watching me sleep like a creep while my ass was on full display. I don't sleep like a stone, I'm more of a washing machine
