They were working their way to the bedroom when Tristan felt a twinge of pain in his lower back. It wasn’t overly painful, just annoying and he rubbed the ache with his free hand. The other hand was currently occupied pulling his giggling roommate into his bedroom for some more late night activit...
“Come on, baby girl. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” Rolling over as she groaned, “Shut up, Corey. It’s Sunday, let me sleep!” “Come on, let’s go down to the bakery and get some apple fritters before they are all gone. My treat,” he sing-songed as he bounced up and down on her bed, making her flop...