~Sky~
I called Desmond the second I could think straight, still sprawled on my bed with dried tear tracks itching my face like cheap mascara. "Dude, change of plans. I'm not sending you in blind. Meet me at my place in twenty. We're doing this right."
He showed up looking like he'd rolled out of someone's bed, hair a disaster, hoodie smelling faintly of weed but he grinned when I yanked him inside. "You owe me so much money, Sky. Like, two months oh rent. And therapy money after whatever this is."
"Shut up and strip you stupid piece of shit, I've done a lot to make you settle after I got you out of that damn offanage but you do nothing rather than party and smoke so don't piss me," I said, already digging through my closet like a man possessed.
He raised an eyebrow. "Kinky, but I thought we were doing a fake date, not a porno."
