“CAN WE TALK ?”
I'm sitting on the floor in my bedroom, Beggar is sleeping on my bed, which has become our thing- sleeping together.
We get closer as the days go by, and more and more she opens up, except when Vincent steps into the room.
It is not that she isn't familiar with him. They are related, she knows he cares for her. The two of them talk about stuff and even laugh but she, like me keeps her guard up.
“What do you need to talk about Vincent,” I ask him, as my eyes remain focused on my project I'm drafting for finals.
He comes into my room, sitting directly next to me.
My carpeted floor where I am stationed at the bottom of my bed is decorated with open books, my laptop, stationery and Ipad.
His strong scent that at one stage made me melt into a puddle is something I am now
