Teagan was used to guys flirting with her in bars. She was used to flirting right back. At first, it seemed like Trevor was going to be no different than any other guy. A one night stand in her long line of them. But the twenty four hours after they...
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miraanand: bit of a lazy day huh?
Tagged: teaganeneal
teaganeneal: yeah thanks for waking me up to go run errands with you guys miraanand: you looked so peaceful teaganeneal: i'm bored now i need interaction first thing after waking up
trevorzegras: Dozing miraanand: i dont get this weird commenting style as well as teags and tills please take it back
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tenner's troops
teagan so tilly works for the anaheim ducks. so does jd and z. does that make them colleagues?
magic mira please go back to sleep or something if you're so bored to be asking that type of thing
teagan okay next topic: i had a fun dream last night
sunspot yeah how fun was trevor in it
teagan he was actually
trevor Then it was definitely a very fun dream
teagan ? OHHHH i just woke up that shouldnt have taken me that long
tilly what was the dream
teagan literally this gc was at some crazy space amusement park that's it
tilly boring
teagan IM BORED SO ANYTHINGS EXCITING TO ME
trevor I can be over there in half an hour
teagan fuck yes
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"Aw, I was kind of hoping you'd surprise me with Jamie," I joke as Trevor walks into my room.
He practically jumps on to the bed, only bracing his fall to lay his head on my stomach in a way that wouldn't be extremely fucking painful. "He had be-- other things to do."
"Good catch. I might have cried if you said better things to do," I say.
"Wouldn't want that."
"I would hope not." My hands have a mind of their own! That's how they start going through his hair. Not me. That's all them. Physical touch isn't my brain's want, it's all the body. It does it on its own.
Trevor doesn't seem to care though. He's looking at the garment bag hanging on my en suite's door. "What's that for?"
