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I dash past the kitchen and make my way up the stairs. He looks back at me and gets up. Porn Hm. He looks back at me and gets up. I did find my phone though.. time..?” He asks, still not comprehending much. I walk into my room and sense that there’s someone in here. uh.. Where I am for that matter. My coach is going to kill me if I’m not at my house when he gets there later,” he informs me. Maybe I’ll see you around,” He says in a huff, getting up and smoothing his clothes out. Did we…? Where the fuck am I?” He groggily asks me. Damn his morning voice is sexy. Brad gets up and starts grabbing plates.