“Hello” a loud voice and knock, pulled us out of our kiss. I popped the mint and threw my shirt on as well. “No idea” Amanda sounded way too calm now. “Amanda, it’s me, Eric” my eyes widened because we both realized suddenly through our drunken stupors why the voice sounded familiar. “Amanda, it’s me, Eric” my eyes widened because we both realized suddenly through our drunken stupors why the voice sounded familiar. “What?” she asked, glancing up at me before continuing to unlock the safe below her desk. “Oh right, well if you’re all done, you two can head home” his voice didn’t sound accusing which we were grateful for. “I swear I’m the only manager that knows how to fucking organize in this shit hole” she sighed, motioning to the messy desk. Something told me…we might not be making it there. He was a boring person inside and out. Read 5205 times |
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The whiskey was setting my flesh on fire. The doors swung open roughly, the bright yellow light was blinding but comforting. Her fingers tangled themselves in my short wavy blonde hair, pulling me.
