I was woken up by Stevie's barking early the next morning. I haven't been sleeping well for the past nights.
I stretched myself. I was tempted to kick Dexter, who was latched onto me like an octopus, down from the bed. I could only stop myself from doing that as he was injured.
I got mad upon recalling what happened last night. My cheeks were burning hot as well.
Dexter never bothered hiding his flirtatiousness and horniness. Just like now, not only he refused to get up, he continued to act shamelessly on top of me.
"I'm sleepy, Sophia-" Dexter mumbled as he tightened his arms that were wrapped from behind me. He was restless from head to toe.
"Today's your Grandpa's funeral, Dexter," I said as I reached over to knock on his head.
Dexter hummed and replied reluctantly, "He's not my Grandpa-"
I knew that he had a grudge on Ignatius, but he had to show up out of respect.
