Jenna’s POV He was watching me curiously, measuring my body with his eyes as he was expecting an answer. I was thankful that my feet carried me as far away as possible from the couch where he was sitting now: “I must have fell asleep. What time is it?” I asked, afraid of his reaction and almost positive he was about to snap at me in any minute. “It’s half past eleven”, he responded coldly keeping his eyes on me, without a shred of emotion on his face. His gaze gave me chills, so I diverted my attention, making my way to the kitchen. 
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