Chapter 57

Reilley's POV. What the hell is he doing on my bed?! He's still sleeping there like a freaking snail. My eyes grew big when I realized the guy beside me. I almost forgot about Jonas. He's here with me. I mentally facepalm myself and look at him. "I—It's not what you think. We're roommates," I said defensively. He arched his brows. "Deavon is your roommate? But isn't that your bed?" he asked dubiously. I looked at the devil. He's still passed out there and not aware that two people are staring at him right now. "I think he's drunk. He must have mistaken my bed as his." I looked at Jonas. He's still looking at Deavon with curiosity. I can already tell the wild thoughts inside his mind. "I think this is a bad time. Can you stay him some other time? He has a really short temper and you know that very well, right?" I asked. He raised his brows. "W—Well, yeah. But can I invite you to dinner? I would love to talk to you today really. It's like part of my to-do list. Unbelievable. "Sure," I re