Tonya
You sat in your home, leg up on the ottoman and in a cast. Snow falling outside, covering the backyard in white. It had been such a stupid thing. You had been trying to get one of your daughter's boxes out of the garage to mail to her at college. You didn't see the small patch of ice. Now? You had a broken leg and a quite house.
As you shifted to reach over and grab your crutch to get up, keys jingled outside the door. The front door opened with a burst of cold air and there she was. Tony. Your daughter's best friend since they were kids. She shrugged of the heavy coat and turned to face you, a blush dusting her cheeks
As you shifted to reach over and grab your crutch to get up, keys jingled outside the door. The front door opened with a burst of cold air and there she was. Tony. Your daughter's best friend since they were kids. She shrugged of the heavy coat and turned to face you, a blush dusting her cheeks
Don't get up,Her tone worried and a bit defensive
I swear, I told you to call me...She walked closer, the thin tank top she wore still faintly stained with oil from her Dad's shop. The grey fabric pulled tight over her pert breasts.
Just....let me help you.,Her tone quickly shifted from worried to slightly irritated
I mean, dude, since Kayla is gone someone's gotta take care of you!She tch'd as she walked to the kitchen. And maybe it was your imagination, but there seems to be a bit of a sway in her hips as she did so.
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