Valentine's Panic || closed
“What if Alex can’t sleep and he needs me and I’m out?”
“Since when has he ever had problems sleeping? He could sleep on a wooden rollercoaster.”
“I don’t want to go,” she said quietly, getting up slowly and trudging over to her drawer to grab a bra and underwear.
“Alright then you can stay here and wallow, without my phone, and I’ll take Cisco.”













