“Nice of you to finally make your way here.” She hadn’t reacted when the door had opened, hadn’t even looked up from the joint she was rolling, for she’d known the sound of Elliot’s motorcycle the moment she’d heard it. Besides, the only one with a key to the lock on the gate, was the artist. It had been a few days since she’d last seen her favourite lover, and her mood was sour from her stiffness and inability to get around with ease, the leggy brunette practically naked for clothing was a stress she didn’t care for. Instead she wore just a pair of her most comfortable boy shorts and a simple sports bra. Anything to keep tightness off her still tender torso. “What, need another hit already? Go ahead, you know where it is.”
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