CHAPTER 33

CHERRY'S POV (CONTINUED)

Its being approximately 30 minutes now, I think as I stare at my wrist watch and I haven't heard a single word from him, so I decide to check.

I stand, opening the door slowly, turning the knob and it makes a squeaky noise.

Opening it wide, I come to a stand still as his back lands on top my fuzzy slippers current covering my feet.

He fell asleep. So quickly? I ask myself, and that's when I notice the empty wine bottle by his side.

This explains all the gulpy sounds I heard earlier, and why he's currently sleeping, snoring quietly and adorably and...