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was awake. I looked over to the DIY sticker

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tter of bottles all around the carpet. Who drank all these? I used the base of my palm to give a hard press to my right temple but I

and, putting them all in a plastic bag I pulled out from a stack I kept in on

nding but I couldn't place my finger at what it was that occurred here. Then again, I was hungover. O

st dropped the bag of bottles but was lucky enough to not make any sound. I was so

didn't look bad at all but still, it wasn't just anyone. And just as I saw him all the occurrences from the previ

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vered as I scooted closer I could feel his body grow intensely rigid with the proximity. All this while I had my eyes fix

asp and placed it on his left cheek. His face grew pink with what I could only fathom as embarras

n I kis

breath. I waited for a comeback but he just sat there as my lips were plast

lips. That turned me on. But before I co

d just met and for some reason I'd impulsively kisses him. T

just only met. We can't do this

t to say anything but curios

ut a small sigh and hesitated for a little bit befo

I added hoarsely but he just i

ace palmed. I guess she didn't tell him I was her current

disgusted with myself and embarrassed as well a

had to return the TV to get a new one because of some issues I'd encountered so I just went upstairs to the living room there and watched slouched on the couch. I switche

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staring at bu

to the kitchen, I saw his body stiffen. He didn't dare to turn around, he only stretched his hand backwards without a single word. At first I was confused but then I realized he needed coverage if he was going to

front of him. Adjace

lothing is the apron."He looked over at it. I'd said that bit

I froze in my tracts and looked at him. The raspy voice of his

h, of course, who'd let out a hand to help catch me but it hadn't really worked out as

ke

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on the beautiful carpet. What an idiot. I chuckled to myself slightly but not even enough to make hi

y 'eat' since I couldn't cook anything. It would be rude. Like, major level rude. E

ted bread and tortillas, chips, cans of beer, diet coke, regular coke, sprite, apples, mangos, olives, berries, grapes

I spotted an apron with

adil

akfast for him. Immediately that thought came to mind, I physical

to make easy Quesadillas with leftovers." Immediately, a step

tructio

or another fa

led out a broccoli. It looked fairly g

or another m

eason

ad and searched for spices. I fou

r tortilla you prefer to use

rator again and pulled ou

Ch

s which sounded like it came

roz

haze. I whipped up the ingredients together, so fast, I thought

6:40 a.m, my stomach was filled

lled like

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e s

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as no use. I couldn't leave all dirty and grimy and I didn't want to bathe at his place. I had to make a choice. And whether or not

dy scrub, shampoo, hair dryer,

at was going to be long. I picked up the shirt I'd worn and, covering my genitals with it, headed up the stairs to his room to find some fresh clothe

rning could g

stairs in an attempt to pop them into the washing machine, g

him upstairs, he was pretty much knocked out cold. So I had nothing to worry about. I d

n, I thought how nice it was that I actually wasn't going to have work on the coming Monday. Mr.

er an escape route from the begging he normally got from workers. The ones he fired in person. I wasn'

aring his throat at the entranc

as a

hroom, his washer whirling with my clothes inside and a mug of hot chocolate

was