Laura
After coffee, we got dressed and made our way out of the apartment. We ran into Jake in the hallway, as he stepped out of one of the numbered doors.
“Morning,” he mumbled, clearly hungover. “You guys look too fuckin happy. It’s nauseating.”
His gray eyes were bloodshot, his dirty blonde hair sticking up in every direction, and he was bare-chested under his cut. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, an unlit cigarette dangling from his fingers. He winced as he straightened up, running a hand over his face.
“Rough night?” I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice. Talon smirked beside me, his arm slung lazily over my shoulders.
“Great night,” Jake grunted, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Lousy morning.”
He glanced at us, his gaze lingering on the way T
