Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooah
How did I end up here? Steam covering the windows, sheets rumpled, and me moaning. I mean this really wasn't what I expected. 'Ping'. "Tea's done, sweetheart, what'd you say you want again?" I stared at the cards a little longer eyebrows scrunched in a complaint. Frickin Logan and his frickin gentlemanly ways in everything except winning, frickin frack. I moaned letting my head hit the floorboards in defeat. A flash of light lite up his body by the stove, coming in through the window, as he hovered over the kettle. It was insufferably steamy in here from the storm rolling in, and Logan's insistence that I drink tea to cure my shivering. In such a small space it didn't take long for the two to mix and fog the windows; opening them wasn't an option unless we wanted to get wet all over ag
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