I rolled onto my side the action causing some of my gold to fall from the bed. I sighed deeply, running a hand down my face. This last week had been hell. Lance and I barely had any free time to see each other and the bond wasn't having it. A message notification pinged from my atlas that was currently on my desk across the room. I shot of of bed. Please be Lance. Please be Lance! I snatched it from the desk and let out a soft groan of longing as I read Lance's name on the screen.
Lance:
Come over. Right fucking now.
I smiled knowingly, rolling my eyes as I replied.
Darius:
On my way. What?... you gonna try to suck my dick again ;)...
I sent it and then my brows knit in confusion. What the fuck? I hated this freaky ass bond. My father would definitely be getting a beat down when the time came. Running a hand through my hair I stopped infront of the closet trailing my finger along the clothes. Finding a casual red t-shirt and jeans to my liking. I tugged them on and headed out of my room.
