“Who the f**k are you, and what are you doing in my bed?” Andy heard Charlene shouting in the early hours of the morning.
She smiled as she grunted to wake her body up. Charlene must be shocked seeing a half-naked man on her bed. She had no idea it was Mickey.
Andy stood up carefully and walked outside her room. She saw Charlene standing at her bedroom door, crossing her arms.
“Woman! calm down, that’s Mickey!” Andy shushed. Charlene looked at her as if she’d grown two heads.
“Mickey!?” she asked astonishedly.
Andy poked her head in the room. As usual, Mickey didn’t budge. He was a heavy sleeper.
“Yes! And good morning!” She said, hugging Charlene. “Let him sleep. We stayed late last night,” Andy added before strolling back in her room to freshen up.
