Dylan
“f*****g sofa,” I curse half loudly as I enter the kitchen, rubbing my neck still in a cramp. “So much about our friendship. How many times did I save his arse at school, and this is his way of saying thanks,” I shake my head, while switching on the coffee machine.
After the first sips my head begins to clear, but my parts are still feeling the after effects of Liam’s crappy sofa. I hope the little darling will get better soon, because I swear, I won’t sleep on this bed of torture ever again. Luckily, I don’t have to go to work early today, this is a laid-back morning. I’m planning to go for a run, but my stuff is in the room where Sleeping Beauty is still out. I won’t deny that my curiosity is drawing me to the guestroom much stronger than I feel motivated to go running. With a co
