Chapter 52

Reilley's POV. "Don't you dare lay a finger on my bedsheet," I growled while pointing the meter stick on his face. I don't even know why I have this. I saw it on the corner and I thought it will come in handy if this devil decided to touch me in my own fucking bed. He smirked. "You're not actually going to let me sleep here, right? I'm sure your mother will not like that," he said sweetly like he mean it. I gave him the most dangerous glare I could give to someone. He chuckled sexily and raised his hands. "Fine," he yielded. "Don't worry. I'm not going to touch you. I respect your old lady so much." The butterflies in my tummy started acting weird when he smiled genuinely at me. I looked away to hide the redness of my face. It feels nice to hear him saying good things to mu family. Why is he being such a turn on right now? I remember telling myself to have a lover that would care so much about my little sister. Deavon and Eunice are like so freaking close that my sister wants to sleep