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He was wearing those stupid low-hanging grey sweatpants. They had to be 3 sizes too big, but he never bothered to buy any smaller sizes, and every time he wore them, it was for a reason. Though the drawstring was pulled as tight as they could be, they still slumped dangerously low on his hips, sitting just below his v-line.
'God, he might as well be naked.'
My eyes, obviously, drifted immediately down as he stretched, his shirt riding up and staying there. His pale skin seemed to shine so brightly in the trashy yellow fan lights, and I found my lip between my teeth.
“Did you have fun?” I want to kill myself, everything sounds so stupid tonight.
“Yeah..” he sounded high off this guy; it took everything in me not to tell him to stop talking.
“You?" After washing my hands in the sink, I moved to Art’s chest of drawers searching through them for a shirt.
“I think that stupid punch was laced.” he snickered at my response with a smile as I picked out his grey 'I'm Good' t-shirt.
“Thought you liked alcohol?”
“It still stings on the way down.” He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to stop himself.