Craving The Enemy
“Switch me with literally anyone. I’ll take the guy who snores like a chainsaw. I’ll take the guy who watches horror movies at three a.m. Just not him.”
“Request denied.”
I groaned loud enough to make heads turn.
Malik gave me a pity pat on the shoulder. “Rest in peace, man.” He looked over at Liam who was smirking like the devil. “Guess it’s you and me then.”
“Room twelve, baby,” Liam said, holding up his key card like it was a trophy. “No drama, no enemies. Just peace and N*****x.”
“Rot in hell,” I told them.
They both laughed, slapped my back, and walked off, already debating what snacks to raid from the retreat pantry.
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