||[Sep. 9th, 2005|12:55 pm]
Sitting out back, smoking a cigarette, sprawled out on one of the stone bannisters, in a most unbecoming manner. Really can't stop thinking about my night with Raine. . . that guy definatly got to me, and the worst part? I liked it. I don't really want to go back to my room, not because Ryan is there, but rather because Raine isn't. |
Jeans are slouched on my hips, where I'm laying on my back, the line of my black boxers showing off in an attractive manner, the smooth flat surface of toned abs. Black shirt riding up a bit today, and bandages are covered by leather wrist cuffs with bits of hemp braclets hanging around my wrists. . . .
I feel better, now. Maybe it was just something I needed to get out of the way. Another drag is taken off of my cigarette as I eye the back door not too far away when it's pushed opened; my brown hair falling haphazardly over one eye. This place is definatly filled with characters, isn't it.
I smirk and lay back again, hooking my thumb in the hem of my pants as I yawn, and just sunbathe for now.
Heh. Place ain't so bad, is it?