Hoodie (11)

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I woke up in a soft bed. The shower running in the next room. I laid there until the shower turned off. Footsteps were heard then stopped as the door opened.
"Brian i forgot my clothes so I'm just in a towel." Tim called out.

"O-okay..." I rolled to my side and watched him walk out. The towel clinging to his hips
His vine showing slightly.

"How are you feeling?" He walked closer to the bed. "F-fine." I tried to keep my eyes on his face.

"How many did you smoke?" I look away blushing softly. "Two packs. I st-stole yours." I knew how to smoke, he had taught me when we first met.

"You smoked too many." He was messing with his bag, "Brian i searched for you. I told myself I couldn't go home until I found you."

"Why? Y-you think I have to be-be drunk to love you-u. Am I-i drunk n-n-now?" My eyes water as the bed dipped next to me.

"Are you?"

"No. I-im not d-d-drunk!"

"Then I can do this." He said, more like whispers, pulling my face to his and kissing me.

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