Posted about 4 years ago
I nodded, placing my sweatshirt-covered hands on my face. "Very," I said, muffled through the fabric. I glanced up at him, wishing I grabbed a hat. "Do you want to go back or something? My parents probably won't be home 'til tomorrow..." Besides, I was pretty sure they were both having affairs, so they weren't home anyway. My dad was a CEO of a company in the city and my mom was an Insurance Broker that spent most of her time at our house in DC. "They wouldn't care anyway. It's not a school night."
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