Clyver’s POV
I can feel a movement in the bed. I quickly open my eyes and was welcomed by Aimee’s surprised expression. Her face is too close to me and one of her hands is on my other side. My eyes traces her arm and my gaze landed on my left wrist.
“What are you doing?” I shoot a brow up to her.
She clears her throat and fixes her position and silently clears her throat. She’s on the bed with me, sitting beside me. Her lower body is covered with our white blanket and her hair’s still messy. Her morning look looks refreshing and I could not stop myself from smiling. I hide the small smile on my face by twitching my lips and raising a brow to her.
“I’m asking you,” I continued. I bite my inside cheeks to suppress my chuckle when I see the panic in her eyes. She hides it by flipping her
