"Morning, prom queen." I greeted Elena when I saw her walk down the stairs with her hair all over the place it was kind of hot. "Oh good, you're wearing a shirt." She gave me a face. Half confused and half hangover. "Uh, nothing," I recalled the morning when I woke up and we're both under the blanket in her bed. All snuggled up and warm. I cursed at myself for not waking up earlier and getting back to my room. I did manage to escape her tight embrace. And I'm giving myself a lot of credit on that because she was so cuddly and smells like lavender. "Take a seat." I gave her a glass of water and some ibuprofen. "You. Are an angel." She said in a hoarse morning voice. I could collapse then and there. "Yeah, well you were pretty stoned last night."
"What happened last night? All I can remember is a bright light shining right in front of me." She says. "Oh, you mean the polaroid?" I snatched her photo from the fridge. "You look so cute here. Can I keep it?" I asked. She smiled lazily. "All yours."
"Thanks for the breakfast. The rain hasn't stopped, huh." Elena asked. "About that, I have some bad news."
"Roads are closed?" She said when I pulled out my phone to show her the news headline. "And it won't be open till tomorrow. The grocery stores are closed too. Apparently, we're in the middle of a storm." She sighed. "Well, we could just go out and get something to eat later at lunch." I glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's 11:15" She looked up too. "I've been asleep all morning??" And naked. "Yes. So this is lunch. I'm saving these canned meat for dinner tonight."
"Because we're.."
"Stuck here."
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My Boyfriend's Mother
RomanceEver wondered what it feels like having a hot lesbian mom? Ask my boyfriend. When Grace Jones met Josh, the search is over. She found the man of her dreams. And everything was bound to be perfect. That is until she met his mother. Successful, striki...
