I Daire You [On-Hold]

Chapter 12: Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Stupid dog.

Hello peeps x

So, another long chapter. (i think), it was about 15 - 19 pages in Word. ._.

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Chapter 12: Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Stupid dog.

-Daire’s POV-

  I woke up, truly comfortable, snuggled into the warmth of what I thought was a big bolster.

  I was about to sink back deeper into the intoxicating heat.

  But then it hit me.

  Why was the chest of my bolster moving up and down in a steady, breathing gesture?

  Secondly, why did my bolster even have a chest?

  The tempting tingles that ran up and down my spine answered my endless questions.

  I responded in the only way I could think of.

  Clinton. Vermont.

  Was. In. My. Bed.

  With. Me.

  And then I screamed.

-Clinton’s POV-

  It was the best sleep I’d had in ages.

  Every sense in my body felt enhanced and full.

  I felt warm. Secure. Strong.

  But then a piercing shriek made me shoot straight upwards, and away from my sleepy thoughts.

  “W-“ I stuttered, looking around blindly with my half closed eyes.

  “What’s going on? Rogue? Crap, it’s another rogue attack, isn’t it? I’m gonna kill that son of a b-“

  “Clinton!”

  I froze midair of my meaningless stuttering.

  That voice, so melodic and clear that made my skin crawl when it wrapped around my name..

  Only one person could have that ditsy effect on me:

  Daire.

   I looked at her, my eyes as wide and confused as her own green irises.

  What was she doing in my bed?

  And then I remembered everything that happened last night.

  Ah ..

  At least she wasn’t slapping me?

  But then, judging from the grudging edge to the way her lip was curved down, I had to add grimly to myself.