does it have to be this fucking bright?
em hadn't moved an inch since last night, even though the nearly blinding sunlight was beaming precisely onto his face. i, on the other hand, had tossed and turned under the sheets for hours. i couldn't get comfortable.
at least i woke up first.
i rolled out of bed, patiently searching the ground for the meager articles of skimpy clothing i had been wearing. now, i wasn't the type to call the journey home a "walk of shame," but i knew that it would be in my best interest to cover up a little more. without hesitation, i rooted around in his closet until i stumbled upon a long, grey hoodie.
might as well take a souvenir.
i threw it on over my outfit, grateful that it reached down to my knees. transferring the bills he'd rewarded me with from his dresser to one of its large pockets, i quickly slid my feet into my heels and headed out.
as i swung open the wide front door, i was more than startled to hear his gruff, husky voice calling to me.
"where you goin'?"
i whipped around, giving him a perplexed look.
"out."
what kind of game is he playing? it's over.
determinedly, i turned away and left him to face my back. much to my irritation, i didn't get farther than a single step outside. his hand was on my wrist yet again, and his tone was desperate. lonely, even.
"ain't you hungry?"
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same song and dance.
Fanfiction❝ i heard 'em say exact opposites attract. if that's a fact it'll take task force to get you back. ❞ -- she's a professional. but when he won't take no for an answer, the line between business and pleasure is blurred.
