TRIN;;
IMPAIRED hues half lidded, handsome attributes BOWED if only to press the heated planes of his forehead to slicked tiles as a BLISSFUL HAZE of intoxication UNPICKED tension wrought veins, Sawyer inwardly GROANED at the sound of the bathroom door opening somewhere beyond pale blue plastic; heated lips parting, deep tone MARRED by evident fatigue.
❝ In case the sound of running water FAILED to act as some sort of indication, this room is currently OCCUPIED. ❞












