““Did you make the crawl of shame?" I open one eye and smirk, "What?" She pulls back the covers and plucks my t-shirt, "What is this?" I swallow and stretch and moan a little, "My…" I clear my throat, "Uhm...t-shirt." I make duck lips and watch her. She arches her eyebrow and shakes her head, pointing at my shirt and waggling her finger. "Nuh uh. No. I know all your dirty skeezy little orphan clothes and this shit isn’t yours." She bats her eyelashes blankly, "Spill bitch.””
