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she looks down at the shirt she was wearing, brushing her teeth while leaning against the door frame. her head tilts, seeing that he was shirtless. didn’t phase her, but she wondered what had happened last night. and how did he get to her place? whatever. looking down, she shrugs before laughing. “probably. but if i do say so myself, this looks pretty damn good on me. hope you don’t mind.”
Grey’s gaze followed the girl’s movements as she leaned against the frame, toothbrush hanging from her mouth. Her antics were, in a way, intriguing to him. The rough persona reminding him of someone he had been close to. “I would say that I don’t mind if I didn’t need my shirt.” Grey sits back comfortably on the edge of the bed, attempting to ignore the questions nudging at the walls of his brain. “When do you think I’ll be getting it back?”












