Broken

A loud crash wakes me out of a deep sullen sleep, what the bloody hell?! I jump out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweater off the floor in the process. I slide my cold white legs into the jeans and cover my lifeless chest with the sweater as I take a quick look around guy number four’s apartment. Nothing seems to be broken, or moved ( Read more... )

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