Love After
She never judges me.
“Hey Sam…” Before I can finish my sentence, the back door opens and in walks Z. As always, he is dressed in all black. Tonight he has add a black cloak with a hood, black boots, silver chain and his usual spike protrudes from under his lip.
“Hey Love!” Z wraps his arms around me and catches me in the neck with his spike.
“Ouch, you got me!”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Ash!”
“It’s…..okay”