JADON SANCHO
"When he said it was hard to love you, he was wrong." Jadon glances to the ground, dropping his hand from the doorframe and begins to walk out of the room, leaving her mind reeling over the last thing he says before he walks off, leavi...
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RUE WAS LAYING SPRAWLED OUT ON THE COUCH, a glass of white wine in her hand and the tv remote in the other. She was sat in her house coat ready to spend the night watching Netflix, Jadon was getting his things together to go to a game at Old Trafford for the Brighton game. She was planning on having two or three glasses of wine and finding a good series on Netflix to binge. It had been one month since she met Jadon and a month since she had been living with him, she felt bad that she had taken over his home, but he also said that she was welcome here for as long as she needs, and that he enjoys her company. The two had also not spoken about what had happened between the two the night they met, they slept in the same bed, but nothing has ever happened.
