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Entry tags: | avery, jazz |
Apt. 229, Sunday Morning, Jazz and Avery
The first thing Jazz became aware of Sunday morning, other than how annoying the sunshine coming in through her window was, was that there was something heavy pinning her down against the mattress on her stomach.
She frowned, realizing that, wait, that didn't make sense. She squirmed trying to move and the weight shifted slightly and - mumbled. She stopped moving immediately as all the pieces came together and she realized what and who was in her bed.
She hadn't come home alone last night, and she hadn't come home with some random, safe stranger either.
No, she'd given in to temptation and brought home Thomas Avery.