Beauty and The Beta
I desperately wanted to see her.
I heard footsteps thudding across the floor sleepily, so I wondered if I had woken her, and suddenly the door opened. Bailey was standing there, a true vision in a small tank top and a pair of shorts. Her face held a sleepy expression, making me smile... and her hair in the mad mane of curls it turned into when she left it to dry naturally. The way she looked most beautiful in my opinion. “Is everything okay?” she mumbled sleepily. Shit, okay, I had woken her… “Is there a fire?”