She bounces herself on my bed, assessing the comfort quality. “What do I have to do for a bed like this? I love it, it's bouncy and soft and I want to die here bear.” She pouts.

I tilt my head and snort, “Nope, I like these sheets so I don't need them soaked in the blood of my forever soulmate.”

Tee let's out a laugh and I go to my dresser, kicking off my shoes and placing them neatly by the side of the bed, along with her car keys. I pull some of my anti depressants from under my ...