Chapter 20 Two Weeks: Cyrus POV

• I growled over the sound of the fucking alarm clock. Waking me from my damn sleep. Who did it think it was? The extremely comfortable chest I was sleeping on rumbled with quiet laughter, probably at my antics. Leo reached over and turned it off with his right hand while his left rubbed my bare back. After the night of me breaking down and spilling my guts, I no longer felt the need to hide my scars from him. Plus, he always ended up stripping my shirt off me, anyway. Why bother? I tilted my head, meeting his adoring silver eyes,
• "I don't want to get up either, baby, but I'd rather not add to your detention."
• I sighed, knowing he was right, and unwillingly slid out of his arms and off the bed. As I passed the couch, I heard him mumble,