took back my heart but it's never been the same
You open the door three minutes later, hair ruffled and eyes puffy from sleep. You're shirtless, and the shorts you wear have been hastily pulled off the floor and slapped onto your bare ass. Disheveled would be a good word for the look you're sporting: fresh from a nap and still not fully awake, more bed monster than man.
The door opens a crack at first, then all the way as you register who's waiting outside. "Howdy, Raz," you greet your friend with a wide and powerful yawn, glancing away to keep from breathing on her. Blinking away the drowsiness, you take in the pensive attitude and lack of booze with a knocked eyebrow. "Take it y'ain't here for pleasure."
The door opens a crack at first, then all the way as you register who's waiting outside. "Howdy, Raz," you greet your friend with a wide and powerful yawn, glancing away to keep from breathing on her. Blinking away the drowsiness, you take in the pensive attitude and lack of booze with a knocked eyebrow. "Take it y'ain't here for pleasure."
maybe love is a young man's game
