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Mutual: Shawn Mendes
I lay on my side with my eyes facing the door. His arm is around my waist and I thickly swallow, counting the seconds for this to finally be over. I now hear heavy footsteps and I close my eyes. I then hear the door bursts open.
"Who are you?" I fake gasp.
"What are you doing?" Mac pulls me into him.
"Clear." The dark skinned man lowers his gun and leaves with his friend, closing the door.
"When you said you had a plan, I was expecting a coffee pot and Silly String or something." I pull away and slip the straps of my sports back on. "Instead, your genius idea was to get me into bed with you?" I get up.
"Nothing that hasn't happened before." Mac turns to me.
"You wish." I grab my shirt off the floor.
"That was rhetorical, right?" His chest heaves up and down.
"Can you do something for me?"
"Sure."
"Shut up." I get in his face and turn around. I then crane my neck and see the fresh marks on his back from me. I then see his biceps flex as he turns to the mirror. I quickly turn back and put on my shirt.
"Well, it was the best way to avoid getting killed." Mac
"No, the best way would have been to avoid this altogether." I pull my hair out from the back.
"Well, we can argue about it all day, but it worked, didn't it?" He puts on his black shirt and I glance at the scar on his chest.
"For a minute." The men enter back in.
"So I got naked for nothing?" I nod to myself and fix my bracelet.
"Got any Silly String?" Mac quirks up.
"No, but I got a black eye if you don't give your stand-up a rest." I get in his face again.
"Do your worst." He looks me in the eyes.
"You two can release your sexual tension all you want in the afterlife." One of the men cocks his gun.
"What a great suggestion." I smack the gun out of his hand and hit him across the face with it. I watch him fall to the floor and shoot his friend in the arm before he can fire at us. I now lower my gun as he cries out and falls to the floor. "Not to my liking, though." I set the gun on the dresser and put both men in zip ties. "Silly String." I whisper to Mac. I let out a chuckle and walk past him. I knock out the wounded guy and leave.
