I shot up, silent as a ninja, frantically searching for my T-shirt. But nope—pitch black, my least favorite color. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse… someone barged into my apartment. And there I was—completely naked, mid-boob-jiggle, living my worst nightmare
My phone was dead, and there I was, crawling on the floor like a baby on a mission, desperately trying to find something to wear. I needed to move faster—whoever was out there couldn’t see me like this… naked and having a full-on wardrobe crisis
The lights flickered back on, and bam—everything was visible. Of course, that’s when the real disaster began. Because why not make it worse?
And then I saw him—Mex, standing right in front of me, eyes wide, witnessing my crawling chaos and boob-jiggling performance. My life? Officially doomed
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