alex-buchanan:
âShitâ he mumbled mainly to himself, shaking his head and looking away from her. âYou what?â he said, hearing that she bathed him. Ah, fuck, he was screwed. This was something Evie would definitely kill him for. âYouâre escorting again?â
âI bathed you, Alex. You were all covered of vomit, you did the same to me when we met so, I did the same.â She shrugged. âYeah, you know how much they pay, now, knowing I was in broadway and everything. What did you expect me to do? âÂ








