Locked Out Abella Danger __hot__ -

"I need a miracle. My phone’s inside."

It was a crisp autumn evening when Abella Danger realized she’d made a critical error. She’d stepped outside her downtown apartment to take out the recycling, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft, definitive thud. Her keys, phone, and wallet were on the kitchen counter, right next to her half-eaten bowl of ramen. locked out abella danger

The hallway was silent. Her roommate, Jenna, was on a business trip. The landlord’s office closed at five. Abella was wearing a pair of worn-out sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and one fuzzy slipper—the other had been sacrificed to a puddle near the dumpster. "I need a miracle

"You okay?" he asked, glancing up. "You look like you’re either about to cry or commit a felony." Her keys, phone, and wallet were on the

Twenty minutes later, they were both kneeling in front of her apartment door. Marcus had a tension wrench and a rake pick from his "emergency kit" (which he kept in a mint tin). Abella held her breath as he worked the lock, the tiny clicks echoing like a heartbeat.

Marcus pocketed his phone. "I’ve been there. You need a locksmith?"