Austin’s Point of View
The sun is shining through the curtains. I open my eyes, and I see Crissy lying next to me. What a beautiful sight. She thought she had an intense dream. I also thought the same, but to our surprise, it actually happened. She jumps out of bed, trying to process what we had done. She quickly made her way to the bathroom and told us we could show ourselves out.
My brother and I stare at each other, accepting that we all three slept with her. We grab our clothes, quickly got dressed. I took a piece of paper lying on her dressing table, wrote her note, and placed it there.
We made our way out of her house. We preloaded our car the night before. We grab the keys, jump into our car, and pull out of the driveway and start to make our drive to Brentwood.
“Austin.” Michael broke the silence.
“Yeah, what's up.” I respond. Keeping my eyes on the road.
“What made you change your mind about Crissy’s offer?” Michael asks. I kept quiet for a few minutes, before replying.
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