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Desperation Creaks [II]
CAMILLA RENÉE
TUESDAY.The sun's rays glinting above my head provokes me to stir repetitively.Until my eyes break open with a little pressure, then I comprehend I'm not alone on the bed. I blink several times, then toss to the other side.My eyes are twinkling, making out the figure laying beside me. It could be a daydream. Or not. She stayed here.I cock my head and surveil. Miranda part her lips, slowly breathing through them. My features soften while I pull my cell phone, quickly navigating to Snapchat and taking a picture."What are you doing?"She says grudgingly, spreading her legs as her eyes slowly blink open."Nothing."I opine, tucking my phone away. Miranda glances down at both of us sleeping on the same bed. I cock a brow and smirk."Never. Speak. Of. This. To. Anyone."She spelt out. I lifted one hand in surrender, clutching my cell in the other. Again she glances suspiciously but gets up.
Crystal OduwaThoughts? Again I dozed off while editing. Apologies. Drop pretty comments!!
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