Clover
Clover woke up just as the sun was starting to rise in the sky. It was still dark outside and the sounds of the night life were flowing through the open balcony doors and the breeze was blowing the sheer curtains that had been hanging. She felt a weight on her waist and a breath on her neck. She almost spazzed out until she remembered she had crawled into Cassius’s room and practically drooled over him in the tub. She admired his body, his touch. She remembered the gentle caress he had for her when she had cut her foot on the glass she broke. Her heart warmed at his behavior, his attitude.
Truthfully, she was worried he would push her away, the same she had to him. She would deserve it but she was thankful he seemed to only want to be close to her. Cassius had his arm draped over
