C50 Bad Blood

Cephus’ POV

When I woke up the next morning, my body was overly warm. I feel a small hand against my chest and a leg curved into my thigh. Even if she says she hates me, this alone tells me not all of her does. Part of her wants me. She craves something—comfort maybe.

I turn to glare at the clock that sits on the nightstand. It is nearly six a.m. and although I don’t normally get up this early