Who's at the door?

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I get up the next day, only the realize I missed dance practice. "Damnit!" I say when I check the time. I slept till 11! God, this is why I don't talk to my mom at 3 in the morning knowing I have to be up at 6. I get out of my bed and grab a towel and some clean clothes.
After my shower my door bell rings, I'm in the middle of putting on my normal make up and I still look dead, but I go to answer the door. "Who is it?" I ask not expecting Hannah to come over. "uh, it's Kyle." He says in a husky voice.
What the fuck?! What is he doing here? How did he find out where I live? Oh shit and I look horrible!
"Uh, give me one minute!" I say through the door. I run back up stairs and finish my make up in under a minute and brush my hair and throw on some skinny jeans and a tight shirt. I run back down stairs and open the door calmly.
"Hey." I say smoothly.
"Hey Sexy." He says with a smerk.
I blush. "Come in?" I say as a I open the door more. He nods his head and come in and I shut the door behind him.
"So why did you come over?" I ask.
He turns around and looks me through my soul it feels like with is perfect blue eyes. "I wanted to come see you so you can owe me that favor for last night, and because you left your purse at my place." He says with excitement. He hands me my purse and it smells like his cologne. I melt on the inside.
"Uh what do I owe you Kyle for last night?" I ask nervously. "You know I your a pretty good kisser, so how about another make out... But on your bed this time." He says with a wink and smerk. I blush intensely. I motion for him to follow me upstairs and I say "hold on, wait here, I gotta do something really fast." I shut my bedroom and throw all of my clothes under my bed and in my closet. I spray sexy perfume and change bras so my boobies look great. He knocks at my door "it's not a good idea to keep my waiting angel" he says steerly. "Come in Kyle" I say in a sexy tone. He walks in and slowly comes close to me, just inches away from my face.

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