Preston's. Bed. “Oh shit!” I called out as I sat up and dragged the blankets around my chest like a shield. They were white, perfectly crisp and had the slightest scent of laundry detergent clinging to them with gentle, floral fingers. I bit down on the corner of the comforter and tried to slow the thumping of my heart. What have I done? Rational Andi: Well, you came over here to ask Preston to protect you from the mysterious 'E.' who I still think is planning on turning you into a lampshade and instead, got ravaged by said protector. Horny Andi: It was hot though, you have to admit. Rational Andi: True, it was pretty hot. “Shush!” I whispered angrily as I tried to figure out what time it was. The room was dark, but there was some faint light streaming in through the curtains on either side of the bed, highlighting a dresser with absolutely zero clutter on the top, a bookcase stuffed to the gills, and a yellow sticky note taped to the back of the closed door.
