The Orphan Luna's Rejection
I never knew it was a literal thing, that I would feel like I’m being turned over a spit whilst a deep ache tugs at my insides.
Dane looks at me like I’m a crazy person, but pulls out the chair opposite me and sits, placing the bag of goodies between us. “Better eat it quick then, it won’t stay hot for long out here.” He grins his signature, cheeky grin, and pulls out two neatly rolled breakfast wraps, bursting with bacon, eggs, mushrooms, onions, cheese, sausages and lashings of tomato ketchup and mayo.
“Just the way a like it.” I moan in appreciation as the golden, crispy bacon fat leaks its juice over my tongue. There is nothing better in this world than properly cooked bacon, and nothing