Honest Couches
I took some time to put away the bag of m&ms into the pantry, Archie would find those tomorrow and have a great time deciding which pack would have the honor of being eaten first. Trenton had made his way into the living room, I didn’t even notice that he took his shoes off at the door and had placed a jacked over the arm of the second couch. I could see that he was still in the same clothes from the library, but so was I. The light was hitting him in all the right ways. I could see every inch of those defined arms. “Do you want anything to drink?” I called out. “No, I’m good for now. I would like to start that talk if you’d ever find the time to leave that kitchen.” I sighed into the pantry. I was a big girl, gonna have a big girl conversation. I pay taxes, I can do this too. I ma
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