@coltonwright
Living with Dylan probably wasn’t the easiest thing in the world but she liked to think she brought enough stability and food that Colton wasn’t about to leave her high and dry paying bills she could not afford. So, like most days, as she walks into the apartment they shared, her bra is the first thing off and instantly flung across the living space to be recovered later when she had some sanity again. Except this time it went straight into her roommates face, dangling from his ear. She gasps from surprise, from amusement, as she pulls her hands from where they were folded up under her blouse, fixing the fabric so it sat flat again. “You can’t just walk into the impact zone!” is her form of apology as she walks into their shared kitchen, dumping a bag of groceries on the counter as she does. “You coming or going?” She never knew, it seemed the later most of the time. Not that she was complaining, having the whole place to herself was great but she did miss her roomie now and then.














