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“You can grab a t-shirt from my dresser Top drawer”

“Boxers?”

“Might have a pair in the bottom drawer”

“Is it laundry day?”

I shoot her a really look

“Oh” Her eyes light up “You go commando”

“Yeah”

Her gaze shifts to my crotch Her pupils dilate Her cheeks flush “I, u in here”

“Like my soul”

She laughs “That was good You’re i”

“You think I can’t h?”

“No” She spins on her heels “I think you choose not to”

Maybe I’ve never been a happy-go-lucky guy I’ve always tried to have a sense of hu miserable I am

But I used to enjoy a lot more shit

I used to suys’ stupid jokes, even when I had to keep up that I’m the boss poker face