Chapter 7

Covey's POV

Lara-Jean lay in my hands where she had fallen asleep last night, crying and shivering. The sun was streaming through my window falling cutely on her face, with her eyelids fluttering softly.

There was a soft knock on my door and my dad appeared. I motioned for him not to make any noise as not to wake Lara-Jean, he pretended to zip his lips and I smiled.

"I've got to go to work, I'd see you gals later." My dad whispered before giving me a knowing look and quietly leaving my room.

There was no use denying it, my father probably was the one person on this earth that knew me more than I knew myself. He was all I had ever since my mum had run off with some aged billionaire. Kudos to her. I know he knew I liked Lara-Jean, I never ever brought anyone home, it was always just him and I.

He was just about obsessed with Lara-Jean.

"Covey." Lara-Jean suddenly mumbled into my neck, I felt my heart flutter.

"Yes Princess?" I whispered back, I didn't want to startle her.