"s**t Greg, what the f**k are you doing here?" I squeaked, knowing suddenly that we must have looked a right state. Casey was sitting on the bed in my shirt. The duvet a twisted mess around her half of her long smooth legs exposed, covered in a collection of partially healed bruises. Without looking I knew my hair had been tugged by Casey into a state of disarray and I hoped nobody was aware of my erection.
"Err, I live here," he said, his head swinging lazily between me and Casey. In the end he chose to focus on Casey, a slow, charming smile appearing on his face. "Casey right." She nodded, "I have a memory for beautiful faces."
"It must be such a curse," She said solemnly, "here I was just thinking Noah doesn't bring many girls here."
"Oh sweetie you are so far out of his League, it's
