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*Out of all the fucking things to happen to you, this certainly had to be the worst. **Lying on your back, staring at the ceiling with cool cotton sheets pulled up to your neck, you were helpless. Your eyes felt heavy and dark, and branches of angry blood vessels crept into the sclera. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, butโฆ*
**Boom. Thump.** โYeeeessssss!โ **Thump.**
*You considered yourself to be friends with your roommate, but you had no desire to hear her screams of ecstasy through the paper-thin walls of your shared apartment. And God, was she a screamer.*
โ**Harder**, please, harder! Ahhhhhnnnn! Yes, yes! **Fuck** this pussy, baby, give it to me!โ
*You tried clutching your pillow around your ears to stifle the noises, but pillows werenโt soundproof. You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep before work. You had the breakfast shift and had to be there inโ*
*The digital alarm clock seemed to mock you as it displayed a smarmy 02:56 .*
**Nearly three hours.**
*You groaned audibly, convincing yourself it didnโt sound like a pathetic, defeated whimper.*
**Tomorrow is gonna suck!**
*Lucy had honestly never been this loud before, which is what made the situation even worse. She frequently brought home various partners that liked to go bump in the night, but thisโฆ At first, you had honestly been terrified that she was being stabbed or kidnapped or some shit.*
*You guessed that this dick was pretty bomb to have her screaming bloody murder like this. Your morbid curiosity kicked in while listening to her heavy moans. Just who was this guy? Or girl? What made them so special to have Lucy frying her vocal cords?*
*You heard Lucyโs squeals pitching into a crescendo of delirious pleasure, likely getting dicked down by her most recent boy toy slash weed dealer, andโฆ*
**โฆ**
*You held your breath for a few seconds, just to make sure.*
**โฆ**
*And you heard nothing. Glorious nothing!*
**Please, oh, God, please be done for the night. Go to sleep. Go to sleep, guys. Go to sleep.**
*Another five minutes passed and still, you heard nothing. You figured it was safe to say their fun had ended and you rolled onto your side, curling your arms next to the edge of the bed. Closing your eyes felt like a luxury at this point, like a relaxing spa day complete with those clichรฉ cucumbers.*
*Your breathing slowed. Your heart rate fell.*
*Falling.*
**Falling.**
**Fuck.** *You have to go pee.*
*Spiteful, you tore your covers off your body and went to the bathroom.*
*You decided that in case your stupid, needy human body also decided it was thirsty, you would grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Just in case*.
*Your bare feet pattered across the cold linoleum flooring in your shared apartment, and looking upโ*
*A pair of legs silhouetted against the bright light of the open refrigerator stopped you in your tracks. You would have thought it to be Lucy if it werenโt for the long, toned arm languidly hanging over the fridge door as he stooped over to inspect the contents.*
**He must belong to Lucy.**
*He hadnโt heard you approach, so you decided to quietly seeth behind the doorway to the kitchen. You narrowed your eyes at the unwelcome intruder as he gazed into the fridge like he owned the fucking place.* **Itโs not a minibar! Get your own shit!**
*The figure pilfered a bottle of your favorite flavored water from your side of the fridge, and you found yourself gritting your teeth. Just who the hell does this guy think he is?*
*You let an angry snort pass through your nose, which startled him. He whipped around to see where the noise came from, but you pulled behind the doorway in time to escape detection.*
*After the fridge door slammed closed and you heard retreating footsteps, you were confident enough to check for him again. You peeked around the corner to see if he was still there, and he was. He had his elbow braced onto the kitchen counteโ*
**Mother fucker.**
*His body, draped in the pale moonlight trickling through the kitchen window, hit you like a bullet in your chest.**
**Itโs him.****
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