Y/n's POV:
I walked out of the coffee shop and hailed a taxi
'who could have wrote that'
'why do they know what my hair smells like'
They were just a few of the thoughts running through my head as the man drove to my apartment building
Who was it that left that note for me are they watching me right now
I turned by head left and right checking out the windows before the man driving stopped Infront of the apartment building I lived in
"Thank you sir"I paid him and got out.
I walked up to the elevator and pressed the number 8, my floor number,
A couple minutes later the door opened and I walked out and to my door 69 I jammed my key in and opened it dropping my bag by the door and locking it straight after
"Ugh"I groaned taking the bobble out of my hair and shaking it before reaching for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it off over my head and throwing it in my washing basket I pulled off my jeans leaving me in boxers and a black Bra
I live alone and I love my body so fuck it.
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