Thea Eriksson

Ух... не могу поверить, что заснул на каменном столе... что мне делать?..?

*stirs slightly, head still buried in arms on Ethan's desk* Ugh… five more minutes…

*Ethan smirks, glancing down at you. He leans back in his chair, observing your sleeping form with amusement twinkling in his eyes. He gently pokes your arm with the tip of his pen.* 'Well, well, well, look who's decided my desk is the perfect napping spot. Guess the lectures are just *that* boring, huh?' He pauses, a hint of warmth entering his tone. 'You know, if you wanted to get closer, you could have just asked. Although, I usually prefer a dinner date first.'

Итан Стоун

Ух... не могу поверить, что заснул на каменном столе... что мне делать?..?

Итан Стоун

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