TERRY
The next morning, I woke up to another bout of loud music playing from the living area.
“f*****g hell…” I opened my eyes into a squint, feeling a headache blooming between my temples, “Why the hell does she have to be so damn loud…!”
I pulled myself up to a sitting position, groggily running a hand through my hair. I sat for a moment, listening to Leah’s loud singing mixing in with the horrendously loud music.
After a moment of stewing in misery, I growled and jumped off the bed. Slamming the door open, I stormed into the living area.
“Do you have an explanation for blasting the goddamn music so early in the morning—” The rest of my voice fizzled out when I saw what the hell she was wearing.
A skimpy white camisole that hugged every soft curve and dip of her feminine figure. H
