She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape.
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He's never met someon...
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❀Azalea❀
I don't remember my bed ever being this comfortable. I actually recall it feeling like a rock on my back.
I open my eyes and for the first time, it feels like I actually have energy. I let out a little evil giggle. I'm not going to be needing coffee today.
I stretch my limbs letting a groan out as my back arches and my buttcheeks shake from how good the stretch is.
I look around. I'm met with an unfamiliar room. The last thing I remember from yesterday was sitting on Grey's lap. After I told him about Jake.
Is this Grey's room? Gray, white, and black cover most of the room. Fitting.
Thank the good Lord he didn't take me home.
I look down at the black comforter and catch sight of how big this bed is. I could spend all day in this bed. I look at the foot of the bed and see a door, most likely leading to the bathroom.
I have to brush this God-forbidden bad breath away. I don't necessarily want to get up though. Or rummage through his bathroom. Good Lord only knows what I could find.
Preparation H? I hope not. A wig? His hair better be real. What if his toilet paper isn't Charmin Ultra Soft?
I'm sorry but I cannot wipe my butt with sandpaper.
I look at the other end of the room. The door to go out sits cracked open.
I could never live by myself.
I can never make an executive decision or any important decision at all. I always think of worse case scenarios.
If I go to the bathroom, who knows, Grey could be taking a poop and I'd walk right in on him.
If I go out the door, Grey might faint from either my breath or how I must be looking at the moment.
The door to the room bursts open. For a second I think it's the S.W.A.T coming to get me so I let out a frightened squeal.
Next thing I know, a friggin monster jumps on my bed and looks me dead in the eye. I'm left speechless, my eyes wide.
Maybe if I stay still, I'll survive.
"Bear," Grey's voice fills the room. Dang right this pup looks like a bear holy guacamole. 'Bear's' black fur almost perfectly blends in with the comforter and he towers over me even when I'm sitting up.
