The door creaked open.
I stood there, blinking at the disaster that unfolded before me—half-empty soda cans, chip bags spilling their greasy contents, clothes tossed carelessly on the floor. And there he was. Adrian. Sprawled upside down on his bed like he owned the place, thumbs flying over his Nintendo Switch, lips curled in that infuriating smirk.
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