COMBATIVE
I could faintly recall the dialogues that boomed and filled my room as one of those totally not funny, racist and sexist American sit-coms but only grunted, using whatever was in my reach to wrap it around my ears.
Turns out, it was Nathan's arm and he hummed for a fleeting second before cuddling back even closer despite the loud sounds through the house. I waited for a minute so at least the mixer would stop but it didn't so the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of the living room in my pajama set with closed eyes and tousled hair.
"Whoever you are, I will not hesitate to boil the hell out of you," Gritting my teeth together, I wave my arm around, too tired to fight and adjust
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