Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing (via gingerbreadandlatte).
We were taking pictures in the bathroom because it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
I ended up crashing at her place for the night because I didn’t feel like cabbing. She never made it home, so I slept in herbed and left her a message on Facebook the next morning:
“Fun fact: We have the same duvet cover. I know this because I slept in your bed last night. xoxo”
