Capítulo 47: SYLUS: It’s Stacy

My eyes were fixated on her sleeping form, staring and unable to trail off. They raked over Harley in an involuntary motion, my chest tightening at every turn on the bed she did.  

I hadn't meant to go all mad at her last night; I just...lost my mind for a moment. That was the damn Olive she'd mentioned before, and seeing the way he looked at her like she somewhat belonged to him, drove me mad. Who did he think he was?  

Harley was mine, no matter how wrong it was. Or crazy. Harley was just mine. She owned me, but she just didn't know it yet. 

"You grumpy douche, why are you always watching me each time I wake up?" Harley suddenly sat up on the bed, adorably rubbing her eyes with her fisted hand. I relaxed where I sat on the one-man sofa, one leg draped over the other and a cup of coffee in my hand.  

"I was counting your lashes, does that help?" 

"Of course it doesn't!" She made a disgusted face at me. "That sounds even creepier."