Dalon
There is a knock on my door. An insistent banging that has me pissed off before my eyes are even open. “I have coffee, and I am standing in a bra in front of your door.” That has me up quicker than my pounding headache from all the wine last night should’ve ever allowed me. She said coffee and bra though, so my legs are moving even if it takes my head a while to catch up.
I rip the door open at the same time I start to stumble and end up knocking my toe on the hook of the door, sending instant blinding pain all the way up my foot. I groan in pain, but still force my eyes to stay open to the sight had tempted me out of bed. Jane is standing in her black tights, black running shoes and bright white sports bra, that to my frustration has enough padding and material to keep me from see
