Make Me
"I just don't wanna be alone tonight."
He was silent for a moment, rubbing his forehead lightly. He didn't even know me, or the circumstances that had led me to finding respite at a club. I didn't know him either. For all I knew, he could be a serial killer who'd been released on bail. I somehow doubted that though.
"Fine," he gave in, a small smile on his face. "But I'm sleeping in the chair."
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"Shit," I groaned as I read the time on my phone. It was ten o'clock on a Wednesday morning and I was most definitely not at work where I was meant to be. I could feel a sharp pain at the sides of my head, my eyes feeling heavier than usual.
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