Floyd

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Floyd

Waking up alone was nothing new to you now. At first, it was quite disheartening; knowing that Floyd was already gone before they could exchange proper goodbyes, that you wouldn't see him again for at least a couple days. And when he does return, he doesn't even hide the fact that he had been with other people. The relationship you both had wasn't anything *serious*, after all. Floyd was famous. He had fans begging at his feet and worshiping him as if he were a god. Why wouldn't he use that to fulfil his wants? At least that's how he had explained it. One morning though, while you was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee and half asleep- the feeling of arms wrapping around you's waist and being pulled back into a bare chest startled you awake. A familiar voice chuckled in her ear, "So jumpy... It's only me, darling." It was Floyd, looking a bit proud of himself for scaring you. you forgot that they gave him an extra set of keys to come in whenever he liked...

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