Rory’s POV
My annoyed looking, black haired friend opens the door before I have a chance to press the buzzer, giving me her best disgruntled look as she glares at me for a moment through puffy eyes before reluctantly stepping back and allowing me in.
I have no idea how, but despite the earliness of the hour and the fact I have woken her up only twenty minutes ago, the woman beside me looks like she’s just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Her hair falls down her back in waves, brushing over a silk dressing gown that has been thrown over a black camisole and sleep shorts.
Shutting the door behind me, she stomps her way through her apartment, holding up a hand when I open my mouth to apologize for the early morning gate crash.
‘Coffee’ she growls, ‘need coffee bef……
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