After we ate lunch, I went to the bedroom and unpacked my suitcase. Once that task was done, I grabbed the laundry basket that I had thrown my dirty clothes in, and carried it to the washer.
When I returned to the bedroom, Zach was sitting on the loveseat, smoking a cigarette. I grabbed my cellphone, then plopped down beside him, and lit a cigarette for myself. After I unlocked the screen to my phone, I called Max. It only rang once before I heard him greet, "Hey sweetie. Have you finally returned home?"
I giggled before I replied, "Yep, we got back a few hours ago."
"Great! I can't wait to see your beautiful face again," he cheerfully stated.
I giggled again, making Zach furrow his eyebrows at me. I reached over and squeezed his thigh for reassurance, then
