The next morning, Brandon found himself in a very familiar environment. It was a house he was living in approximately eight days ago.
It was Megan's apartment.
Since he was there, he knew that he had to be the one to cook. They were both slightly hung over, at least he was because they had finished the bottle of vodka on the way home. Getting out of bed, he made sure to lock the other tour of the bathroom before he used to, brushed his teeth since his brush was still here And washed his face. After that, he got to cooking.
It was better that they had gone to her apartment, which was nearer to the club. Since she had most of the ingredients he needed for a greasy breakfast and a chocolate shake.
By the time he was done with almost everything, Megan got out of the bedroom with her nose tilting up into the air.
