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ONE OF THE THING THAT I WANTED to kill every early morning is my alarm clock, but not that day, not that very morning. It was Peter who's heavy leg was at the top of my thigh. I kicked it away, growling.
He ruined everything last night. It was supposed to be the first time we're sleeping alone together and maybe we would cuddle, kiss each other and whispers sweet nothings with his delectable ears before we fall asleep on each others arms. I just wanted to kick Peter until he falls out of the bed.
Last night, he stick himself to Art saying he really wanted to sleep with us. Peter even laid beside Art. Fvck him, I really threw myself and wiggling between them, separating Peter from Art. There's no way I'm going to let them sleep together even though he had
