Turning, I took a whiff of the air, mint pomegranate and that god damn pine tree smell.
Everett.
I lifted my head and looked around the dark room feeling my leg ache.
Fucking hell.
Running my hand gently over the ache, I eyed the pants.
These aren't my pants.
Where....what the hell happened to my pants?!
Getting out of the bed, I looked to the calendar of hot models on bikes, this is definitely Everett's room.
Great, just great!
Then that means these pants are definitely his. Christ, can't you just give me a break?
I ran my hand through my hair and walked out the room to the hall. Going down the steps, I looked to the light in another room.
Going to the room, I let my eyes adjust before noticing Everett laying on the couch with a book in his hand and his headphones in.
Does he
