Kelly
Kelly eased the door to the bathroom open, her eyes on Tate, who was still sprawled across the bed, fast asleep. Tiptoeing into the closet, she changed out of her ratty t-shirt and pajama shorts and into a pair of sweats, a tank, and an oversized hoodie. She had been cooped up in the packhouse since she had moved in and needed out. Now, with Tate asleep, the opportunity to get a bit of fresh air presented itself and she wasn't going to miss it. Pulling a brush through her hair, she quickly pulled it into a loose ponytail and rinsed out her mouth. It didn’t matter if her breath was gross right now; she thought as she hesitated, her hand halfway to her toothbrush. She was going to grab a coffee, and that usually took care of some of the worst cases of morning breath she had encountere
