C91 Are Your Drunk?
Ananda Marigrethe "Marga" P.O.V
"Come... sit with me," he commanded.
I couldn't help but squint my eyes slightly in front of him as he sat down, and I could see his chest even more as he leaned back on the sofa, a big grin on his lips. I was snoring. I'm extremely sleepy and feel extremely tired despite the fact that I'm not tired.
I turned to face him