THANE’S POV:
What the hell was I supposed to do with a passed-out girl in an apartment that looked like a crime scene to my OCD-riddled brain?
“Of course. Karma finally caught up with me,” I muttered as I lowered Madison onto the chair, gagging, my eyes watering from the stench.
Luckily, I'd caught her in a way that kept her clean, but me? looked like a daycare casualty—slimed, stained, and traumatized. Chunks of... I couldn't even think about what was sliding down my chest. My skin was crawling, literally crawling, and my stomach churned. . This whole apartment was a nightmare.
Instead, I stood there, gagging.
“Perfect. Just perfect. She decorates her walls with my face, and now she’s decorating me with her stomach contents.”
Growing up with my mother's neat house where even the coa
