In His Eyes

Chapter Twenty-Four

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V E R O N I C A

I wake up when I feel someone putting drops of water throughout my face, then it seems like they're painting it. I open my eyes and find Max's happy glistening eyes as he continues licking my face. I look around and spot the familiar couch in Damon's living room. I stand up and watch as all of my friends seem to be helping Damon, cleaning the house up with him.

"How long was I asleep for?" I call out, stretching my arms, ignoring the urge to plop down and continue sleeping.

"About an hour. I'm still impressed about how you managed to fall asleep with such loud music." Blake says, throwing the red plastic cups in the trash.

I chuckle. "I don't even know how I teleported to the couch."

Max's mood today seems extra playful as he wiggles his butt towards me with a funny expression. He seems a lot more comfortable than yesterday which makes me glad. I start laughing at his poor attempt to catch a fly. "Good boy." I encourage him, scratching behind his ears.

"Morning to you." Damon appears from behind me, jumping on the empty spot beside me on the couch, Max choosing his lap instead of mine immediately.

"Glad to know he adores me more." I say sarcastically.

Ava and Blake come towards us after a moment. "I'm going to take the girls home. Do you want a ride with me?" Blake asks me.

I look at Damon as an attempt to hear his opinion but he beats me to it as he answers right away. "You take care of the girls, I'll bring her, we still have to find a place for Max to sleep." He meets my gaze. "Is that okay?"

"Sure." I say.

"You'll do what? It's six a.m." Blake says.

"Couple of early birds, ain't we?" I joke.

"See you later guys." They say while exiting the house.

We didn't actually do any work and ended up playing with Max, talking about some silly childhood stories and experiences on the couch in his living room. I told him the story when I managed to break my chin when I fell from my swing back home and everyone expected I'll never get on it again but me being the loyal dog that I am- I ended up spending even more time on it daily.

Crazy kid, huh?

He listened to me carefully with a smile on his face. He shared a lot of stories with me but the one that had me almost rolling down on the floor was that he had painted his hair as a kid but with wall paint. Savage.

"What are you thinking about?" 

I lift my gaze to meet his. "How I have to get going home."

He makes an adorable pouty face. "You don't have to."

I roll my eyes. "Don't pretend like you aren't waiting for the moment you finally get rid of me."

He scoffs. "And do what exactly? Obsess over my car?"

I laugh. "I don't know, Black. You figure that out on your own."

"I'm not letting you leave now."

"And why's that?" I ask, humming with a mocking expression.

"Because... it's literally boiling hot outside. Can't risk burning your head off."

I chuckle. "Your jokes are getting better and better every day. I'm proud of you, bud."

He narrows his eyes. "Don't call me that."

I stand up and start to walk towards his room to change and take my backpack. "Okay." I call out.