Eros' POV
I take a drag of my cigarette, sitting and watching the entrance of her building, waiting patiently for the right moment, planned by me, to go in and be at her door precisely at nine o'clock. I shift a bit due to the damn back and neck pain I have. I feel like crap right now, seriously, my body is wrecked from having slept more than four hours on the floor with a mischievous cat on my chest.
"When in my life have I, Eros West, ever slept on the floor? Never, ever. Ah, but then comes this damn girl and orders me to hide under her bed so her mom doesn't discover me. Didn't she realize at that moment that I was more than willing to face her mother?"
And if I didn't, it was because I saw the terror in her golden eyes, the plea in them for me to hide. That's why I did it, that's wh
