Sweet Dreams
I use the toilet, then wash my hands and face and brush my teeth because my breath is poisonous.
When I realize I’ve used callum's toothbrush without a second thought, I have a lot of second thoughts, and stand there staring at it in my hand.
Fuck me and my bad decisions!
“I can see the fumes and smoke pouring from your ears cupcake. Don’t pop a blood vessel over there.”That familar annoying but yet cringy voice from the doorway.
I glance at him and of course he’s shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of faded jeans, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest and a wry smile on his lips.