Ozias/Dragon's P.O.V.
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I woke up the next morning to someone shaking my arm. I snapped to attention, shooting up to assess the danger. But it was just Ps.ycho trying to wake me up. As soon as I saw Blythe sleeping peacefully beside me, I blew out a breath.
"What?" I hissed.
"Someone sure is cranky for spending most of the night buried in his ol' lady," he teased.
"It was hate-se.x, in case you forgot," I grumbled.
"Yeah? Why'd it feel so much like hard lovin' then?" he replied with a wink.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Just 'cause we felt that way, don't mean she did," I mumbled.
Psy.cho shook his head at me.
"I can't believe you're sulking like this after the night we had," he said. "She's just pi.ssed at us, Dragon. She still loves
