Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Story woke up, with a huge headache I might add, and she sat up. As she opened her eyes she knew she wasn't at her comfy apartment, but in someone else's, with the smell of bacon filling her nose. She sighed and stood up out of the bed that wasn't hers. She noticed she was also wearing just a tank top, but a men's tank top, well a singlet really. She shrugged and thought; well I'm dying anyways, might as well live a little. She walked towards the smell, despite it hurting her head even more. She was a bit surprised to find Michael at the stove cooking when she walked into the kitchen. Michael heard her footsteps and looked up just in time to see her walk into his kitchen. "How do you feel?" He asked with a smirk as his yes traveled down her pale legs that were dotted with a few freckles her and there. She chuckled a bit and said,

"Better now that I know where I am."