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I asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing spectacularly. Zed appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, his usual black T-shirt tight against his chest. He gave me a cold glance that could freeze a flame. “Morning,” he said, voice low, clipped. “I need…roasted chips.” I tried to keep my voice casual, but the whine seeped through anyway. Zed’s brows shot up. “Roasted…chips?” “Yes! Roasted. You know, the crunchy ones, not the greasy fried ones. You’re going to get them for me. Now.” I pouted like my life depended on it.

Bagong gising pa at ang baho pa ng hininga Ewwww "Morning" mahinang sabi ko habang lumalayo sa kanya Natawa naman sya sa akin. Napalingon naman ako nung lumabas na si Zane mula sa banyo. Meaning tapos na sya at turn ko na In-on ko ang heater at naligo na ako. Pagkatapos ay sinuot ko na nag damit ko na plad pants at isang loose shirt ulit Di ko naman gusto ang loose shirt noh

I m coming for you.

I had reached the boiling point and I screamed so loudly, "ZENDAYAAAAAAAAAA!" Whatever that will happen next, will be me, unleashing my wrath.

Zian is like my clown. “You are funny, bro.” I sighed. “Now, send out a personal shopper for my wife. She must start spending my money today.” Zian smirked since he knew my games well. I don’t know what he’s thinking but Zian hasn’t met Hyacinth or anyone from my circle of friends. But I already mentioned a few things to him about Hyacinth. My little Hyacinth. *** Hyacinth ***

Our lips were just a few inches apart, making my body on fire. what next? Do vote and comment. Thank you.

“123 for me and 126 for you then.” “How about you round off?” “125 for me and 128 for you.” “Still does not feel rounded off.” “130 for me and 133 for you. It’s got a nice ring too.” “Well…” “You are so greedy.” “Alright, go freshen up. I will order lunch.” “Coconut water and aspirin as well, please.” “You should stop drinking.” “Yes, M’lord.” “Cheeky!” “William?” “Hmm” “Thank you!”

“What I want, you've got, and it might be hard to handle.. but like the flame that burns the candle, the candle feed the flame.. yeah yeah.” Hearing the sound of singing, Gabe follows it down the hall way, heading towards the kitchen. He stop in the door way, grinning at the scene before him. Abby stands behind the counter, pulling something out of the oven, with her butt wiggling in the air to the tune of the music. Liza sits on a chair at the counter, piping icing onto a cookie and dancing.

Fallon: Stop! Zane: At least three times now? Right? Or is it two? By the way, did you know that you taste amazing? I may write a song about it, strawberries and cotton candy, damn, I could go for those right now. You may even be better than marshmallows. Fallon: BLASPHEMY! Zane: Don't yell, they'll hear you. I tucked my phone under my pillow only to hear it buzz again. Zane: Let me take you shopping.

*** “No! Absolutely not, Zuri. I won’t accept that.” I pick up both our empty mugs with shaky fingers and make my way to the zinc. Zuri follows right behind me, babbling words with a high pitched tone. “Ma’am, I’m your best friend, your bloody soul sister. I have every single right to offer my help and you cannot reject it.”