I pushed the door open to Tory’s room, arching a brow as I found her there, cross-legged on the floor in nothing but an oversized black t-shirt and her panties, her dark hair tied in a messy knot on top of her head. There was a plate of untouched food by the door which looked like last night’s dinner and an almost empty bottle of tequila beside it, which I assumed was the option she’d gone for instead.
Aww my girl
