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chapter thirty-two , Thriller
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Gus has always beena heavy sleeper.
When Steve woke up, he realized that she wasn't going to wake up to any of his movements. So, he was going to have to wake her up himself. That made Steve's stomach turn nervously. Gus looked like an angel when she slept. There was absolutely no trace of the stress that has been building in her life. But when you tried to wake her. She was like an angry bear. Waking Gus up was something everyone chose to avoid. Sadly, Steve couldn't this time.
He walks back into the room and sees Gus lying on her back with her head and arms hanging off the bed. Her mouth was wide open as small snores escaped it. Steve lets out a soft laugh and closes the door behind him. "Gus?"
The brunette continues to snore.
Steve lets out a soft breath then inhales a quick one. He walks over to the bed and crouches in front of her. Steve keeps his eyes on the snoring girl and a smile sprawls across his lips. He lifts a hand up and pokes her shoulder. "August—"
Gus' body twitches. "Don't let the sheep out..." she mumbles.
Steve raises his brows and laughs. "August." He pokes the side of her neck. Gus doesn't move. Steve knits his brows together, thinking. He puts his finger into his mouth and sticks it in her ear. Gus' eyes fly open and she shoots her head up. Her head connects with Steve's and he falls back with a groan.
"Shit!"
Gus touches her forehead and groans. Steve keeps his eyes closed with his face scrunched as his forehead throbs. "This didn't end well..." he groans. Steve sits up and looks at the girl, who has her hands over her face. Steve stands up and walks over to her. "Hey, Gus—"
"I told you never to do that again." Gus snaps, taking her hands off her face. Her eyes connect with Steve's and he slightly tilts his head. Gus' stomach flutters. "Don't look at me like that." She sits up and sighs. Gus pinches the bridge of her nose and groans. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Well, with how wasted you were. I wouldn't be surprised." Steve lets out a chuckle. "I made you breakfast downstairs if you—"
"I should get home, actually." Gus cuts him off.
Steve's smile lessens. Gus must've forgotten what they talked about last night. Makes sense. Steve fiddles with his fingers, "No, yeah—Of course." He sputters. "I can drive you home. If you want?"
