The Morning Of
A couple days had passed of doing small activities with Kian and the boys. Yesterday I was even able to meet my for coffee, it was really nice. But I still found my way over to Kian's house and sleeping in his bed. I woke up in Kian's arms for the millionth time this week, feeling overly protected and comfortable. He was soundly asleep as I slid my way from his grasp, not waking him one bit. I grabbed clothes from my bag and put my disgusting hair into a bun. I then put on my glasses since I was walking home and wanted to see more clearly, I usually don't need them. I stepped into my boots and walked down the stairs. "Of course." I said to myself as I saw the living room filled with the boys' friends. "No Rosi, you can't look!" Sam yelled, closing the two laptops that were on the table.
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