Puck me. I’m yours
We were the same size and could easily share, but Derek would always be Derek, like a clingy girlfriend; anything he liked somehow found its way back to his apartment.
Through the first half of the day, I only received deliveries and cancelled the arrangements I'd made, and by evening what he'd really been waiting for finally arrived, and Derek was the first to open the sealed envelope. For a moment he just stood there, then slowly walked over and sat down beside me.
"Taron Hale sent this." Derek pointed to the opened file. Before I could grab it, he pulled out a second brown envelope and set it on the bed. "Eron Ashen sent this."