PitchBlack
The pitch is fucking perfect
She stared at the door, debating weather to answer...
"Yeah" she replied, giving permission for the door to open. She sat up, running a hand through her hair, "What?" she asked sitting up and crossing her legs like a pretzel.
"Yeah" she replied, giving permission for the door to open. She sat up, running a hand through her hair, "What?" she asked sitting up and crossing her legs like a pretzel.