Aimee’s POV
I’ve been awake for half an hour already. I keep staring at the ceiling, thinking of what I’ll do next. I turn my head to the one beside me. His hands and legs are wrapped around me. I can feel the heaviness of his body and the hair on his legs slightly tickles me. His close eyes provided me the time to scrutinize his face. His forehead’s a bit crumpled and his thick eyebrows are perfectly placed on his face. His subtle beard doesn’t look subtle at all. Maybe he forgot to shave it or something.
I sighed and returned my gaze at the beige ceiling. I roamed my eyes at the whole room. Yesterday, I wanted to renovate our room. But then I realize it’s useless. What’s the point of making the house beautiful if you can’t consider it as home?
I glance at Clyver to make sure he’s sl
