Chapter 38

Reilley's POV Deavon is staring intently at me. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes. He looks so amused about the fact that I chose to go up here and fetch him instead of going back to my room. "Yes, I'm here." He put a playful smirk on his face and leaned on railings using his veiny hands. I don't know how I'm describing him in detail. Is it because I'm so good in staring his obvious perfection? "I'm not surprised," he scoffed. I stared at him for a few moments before dragging him down. "Ow! Gentle sexy." He chuckled. He landed on his feet harshly because of what I did. "Do you plan on killing yourself!" I blurted and put my hand on his forehead. He's not hot anymore. That's a relief. "Why are you here?" he asked like he doesn't really know the reason. I glared at him when he shoved my hand away. He looked at me seriously. "Go back to your room. You shouldn't be here." That's the last thing he said before leaving me on the rooftop. Being the nagging person I am, I tailed him while