I could feel eyes on me. Someone was watching me sleep but who could it be, I lived alone.
And then suddenly I remembered that Dylan had arrived at my apartment the day before. I jolted awake immediately and just like I suspected I was being watched, by Dylan.
“What the f**k man we’re you watching me sleep.” My voice hoarse from sleep.
“Of course not. I mean just because my mate is dead doesn’t mean my sexuality will change. And even if it did changed, you’re not my type.” He placed his index on his chin. “Ian is more of my type.” He gave an innocent smile.
I know what he was doing, he was trying to rile me up and although it was working, I wasn’t gonna succumb to his wants.
It was then I noticed I was sleeping on something hard, much harder than my bed. I pulled myself into a sitt
