"God. Fucking. Dammit."
J pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.
"Blue. I told you, explicitly, that you could eat anything in the house... except my vanilla zingers. And what did you eat? My motherfucking zingers."
He shook his head and began picking up the wrappers...
Vagabond Knight
The good had crashed on your couch. You find her sleeping without her pants on, as usual, and her hoodie barely sipped up enough to cover her breasts.
....and your favorite stash of snacks, now nothing more than wrappers littering the floor.
