How did I end up with him? Did we? Did he? Unknowingly, I squeeze my thighs.
After washing my face with cold water. I found a new toothbrush, squeeze a good amount of toothpaste, then brush my teeth. I grab a bottle of painkiller, take two tablets with me, and go back to his room. I find my dress neatly folded and my purse on the nightstand and my high heels on the carpeted floor.
I walk through the hallway until I find the staircase. His house is huge, modernized with cozy furniture. I wander around, but I can’t find him anywhere.
“Phoenix, where are you?” I don’t even know how to look for him, and my headache is killing me.
He emerges a few feet from me with a shirt, sweatpants, and barefooted, and he looks homie and yummier.
I walk toward him, and he beams at me, and the thing I ne
