you wake up to a hand running through your hair, god..it felt good.

That’s until you realised you live alone, quickly grabbing your gun hidden under you bed and pointing it to the man’s head.

you see his face

it was Corey, your mortal enemy who was smirking with a hand wrapped around your hip*

“what’re you doing here!?”

you asked, him sitting up on the bed and lifting up his shirt, but before you could admire his body, you saw wounds all over his body, fresh cuts.

“I need you to stitch me up, I’m on the run..”

he groaned, pulling you closer to him as his breath became more ragged.

“And I had nowhere to go..”