Campbell StevensTraffic on the interstate is unusually heavy for a Sunday afternoon, and I’m holding closed the cap to my road rage as all the idiots swerve in and out of spots that are entirely too tight. A jerk in a rusted Honda cuts into my lane and comes so close to me that I have to slam on my brakes.
Nope, not going to let it get to me.
Regardless of the morons on the road today, Sunday is my favorite day of the week. It’s one whole day of quality time with Deacon. It’s the one day of the week that we both always have off, and because of that, it’s a happy-only zone. For the past month and a half since we’ve been back together, I’ve stayed at Deacon’s on Saturday night, so I can wake up in his arms and spend every second with him until everyone comes over for the barbeque. I didn’t
