PART 6
April 17th
“Ian,” Anthony sniggered, pulling his jeans on hastily.
“Shh! We’re going to wake them up!” I whispered, laughing, putting a finger to my lips.
Anthony continued to snort as he pulled on his shirt and coat, messing up his hair in the process. I slipped on my boxers and grabbed his inviting hand, and we silently ran down the stairs,
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