SIN
“This isn't you,” She said, stumbling towards me. She shook her head, blinking several times.
“Who were you entertaining dressing like this?” My eyes narrowed, scowling.
“No one.” She mumbled, grinning.
“Why do you look so much like my darling, Sin?” She asked, poking my chest.
Glancing around the room for the first time since I stepped inside, I noticed the atmosphere was different. It seemed I was in a clubhouse rather than the room I had spent most of my teenage years in.
The sofa that was in the middle of the room was now at the side, close to the window. Disco light flickered from the lamp which stood on the nightstand, creating a naughty setting.
Where had she got it from?
Although it was the same on the outside, I had heard the seductive music and her giggling. I waited
