Down the second bottle when I got home, Sinclair was coiled up in my blanket, didn’t expect her to be asleep, it isn’t so late out there, maybe 6 or seven o’clock who cares.
Now she’s asleep maybe I should get some sleep too, walking towards my room, I hear footstep, “ where have you been” she says, taking deep breath, readying to be slapped for the second time today.
“ I went to get a drink, needed to get things off my head” She nods then walks back into the room, well that was odd, way to odd, I like when she talk at least, I follow her right into her room.
There I see her seated on the bed, the bed light was on, “ there’s no air con, in your room, it’s stuffy” she says making my heart skip I might have a panic attack, then it all comes back to me, I can’t really love this kind of
