"What are you writing?" Keith asked poking his head trying to see what I was writing in my journal. I pulled the journal back and away from him. "Why can't I see? Are you writing a love poem and you don't want me to see it since it's a birthday present?"
I arched my eyebrows at him. "No, I don't write poetry and I'm not about to start now," I replied. "I'm writing something for therapy. I have a whole list of tasks to do after each session and this is me getting my work in."
Keith sighed and adjusted his position on the bed. We were in my room thanks to Julian who'd told me I could call Keith over since mum was away on some meeting and he thought I needed the break for a change and what better way than to have my boyfriend over. However, the only condition he'd given me was to keep the d
