“What the hell, man?!” The intruder questioned Easton as he suddenly released the figure before giving him an embrace of familiarity. My eyes prodded them both as his acquaintance looked to me with temporary study as the man who just held me in his hands a moment prior understood by the expression on my face that there was a dire need for introductions.
“Tanner, this is Addison.” He spoke with pride in my name as Tanner slowly nodded before looking around the estate.
“Addison...this is Tanner…” I nodded in agreement before offering a nervous smile to the innocuous man now standing outside my bedroom. He wore the same style as Easton, with the exception of brown curly hair and faded freckles, but even if his clothes had consisted of a comparison; ripped jeans and raggedy ironic tees, he
