Wren
Six o'clock in the morning found me staring at my bra and wondering just how I was going to put it on without taking off my hoodie and exposing my flesh to the frigid winter air.
Six o'clock in the morning found me staring at my bra and wondering just how I was going to put it on without taking off my hoodie and exposing my flesh to the frigid winter air.
There was a hesitant knock at my dorm room door, and I opened it to find a guy standing there with my bra dangling from a pair of salad tongs and a dryer sheet sticking to his pant leg.