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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ/ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ
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Nate had sobered up slightly now that he was sprawled out on willows sheets the cool air from the air conditioner in the corner settling on his hot skin making him fall lax against the pillows.
He could hear the distant sound of the shower going and wanted nothing more than to join his girlfriend, skin sweaty and sticky from tonight's events, but he felt stuck and too exhausted to move around much so he waited until she was finished.
Willow walked out in one of Nate's oversized shirts and cute frilly socks. With an annoyed face he observed.
He felt like shit and It was because both of his girls were upset with him, Maddy fucked another dude which made him go on a rampage and snitch on her to willow who had been completely silent the entire hour they'd been back at the house.
He only wanted to do right but his fucked up brain wouldn't let him and now his girlfriend was taking care of him a drunk six-foot-plus teenage dude who couldn't even stand straight if he wanted to. Nate felt ashamed.
"You're still in your pants?" Willow breathed out a small chuckle, Nate most likely hadn't heard her when she told him to take the rest of his clothes off before she got into her much-needed shower.
Nate only grumbled turning his head away from where she stood next to him to stare up at the ceiling.
He turns back quickly when he feels delicate hands pull at the waistband of his boxers snapping harshly against his skin He looks down in surprise...wait he didn't have his pants on anymore 'when the fuck did that happen?'
