TWENTY-TWO
I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and freaked out for a second. I slowly and quietly grab my taser and make my way into the kitchen to be greeted by Ryan cooking breakfast. I watch as he flips the bacon over carefully to avoid grease spatters and as he places the lid back down on the pan. He looked good and I secretly felt bad for forgetting that he stayed with me last night. He held me while i slept and I was so used to sleeping alone again that I forgot he was here. I feel my face flame as I feel the hard,smooth surface of my taser in my hand. It was habit to grab it when I heard a noise. I was that jumpy when he let me go that I actually started sleeping with it under the pillow. He would probably be upset if I told him that. I start thinking about my first morning after sleepin
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