EVAN
It’s admirable how Evan managed to do so.
My father is the kindest person in the world, but never dare get on Nicholas Reed’s bad side, or you’ll know the meaning of pain.
Evan and I made breakfast together, just like we used to do in Barbados.
“Where have you been these last seven months?” I asked when we’re lounging on the couch. He rests his head on my lap, my fingers playing with his soft locks while he taps on his phone. A romantic movie playing on his laptop, the title long forgotten by my brain in its state of delight. I don’t mind where we are or what we do, being with him is enough for me.
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