Chapter Fifteen
Viola
The sight of Weston’s standing over me when I wake up in the morning after a troubled sleep jolts me into a sitting position. I’m a little disoriented, blinking my eyes fast to try and get a hold of myself, and really enjoy when he cheerfully smiles at me.
“Morning, beautiful.” He sits down on the bed and laughs when I snort at him. “What? You are.”
“Shut up, dumbass.” My face grows hot. I hate the fact he can make me feel this way when nobody else ever has and the fact I want to kiss him for calling me beautiful leaves me unable to look him in the eyes. “And morning to you as well, of course.”
“Call me whatever you want. Doesn’t change the facts, Viola.”
God, I love his sense of humor. Always have. Even as kids, he could make me laugh like crazy and I’ve missed
