Patience is a virtue.
But there’s still a limit for everything and Zizi’s was wearing thin and about to snap. He just had to hold it out for two more days. He pulled up to the hotel where all the guests had signed in, his room was a floor below Hunter’s while Paul was on the other side of the hotel, he had booked his room late.
Hunter was waiting for him at the reception, big smile on his face. Deep down, past all the longing and heart ache, he was actually happy for Hunter. All he wants is for this angel to be happy even if he wasn’t the one making him that way.
“How was your drive?”
“Good. A little music helped along the way.” Zizi said as he pulls out the large backpack he had packed that morning. It was a bit past six when he got to the hotel.
“Your Bastille playlist?” Hunter
