Today, we are joining friends to celebrate Craig’s promotion as a full-fledged tattoo artist. I'm proud of him, but not as much as his older brother.
Their relationship is slowly getting back to the way it was, according to Henry.
In the bed, I stretch like a feline and purr with happiness. The place by my side is cold. I sit up, squinting. The sun doesn’t spare me. The room is huge, you could get lost in it, but I like it very much. My things are scattered everywhere: on the curtain rod, on the lamp, hanging on the cupboard door and the carpet... What do you want? We’re insatiable. Well, especially me.
The smell of coffee tickles my nostrils, as well as a little something more that seems tempting to me. I get up and take one of Henry’s t-shirts, which looks more like a dress on me. I j
