Edwin’s POV

I stared blankly at Azian's door, then glanced down at my watch. The bastard was still asleep at this time. I could smell him from here so I knew he was in, and I could practically hear his deep breathing indicating that he was definitely still in bed. Not asleep though, his breathing would have been a second longer.

“He’s still in there?” Alessia asked, walking up the stairs. I sighed shoulders falling, “yes he is.”

Alessia grinned, eyes shining, “Do you want me to get the bucket?” she asked. My head rolled in her direction raising an uninterested eyebrow. She rolled her eyes huffing, “well, you’ll have...