"I HAVE TO GO back," Cyrus says while he's fixing his hair in front of a mirror. I'm shirtless in bed, but Cyrus takes the liberty to clean me up, which I won't lie, was still pretty awkward.
"Why?" I ask as I hug a pillow.
"Because I still have to please those people." He says before walking back to the bed. When he arrives in front of me, I start staring at him from head to toe. It might take a long time before I can see the real Cyrus Delton again, so I might as well cherish it.
"Are you done staring?" He suddenly blurts out, making me blush like an i***t.
Cyrus chuckles and sits on the edge of the bed. He waits for me to compose myself first. And when I looked back at him, Cyrus smiles at me. It startled me because I still wasn't used to him doing it, which is strange.
"I was goin
