Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll (First in the Bad Habits Series)
"Ran away, huh?" he said, looking at the bag slung over my shoulder. "More like got kicked out," I said, grimacing. "Need a place to crash?" he asked. "If it's not too much trouble." He shook his head. "Nothing's too much trouble for my Wob Wob," he said, slinging his arm round my shoulders and giving me a half hu...