Lorraine
The next morning, after a quick breakfast with my grandparents, I grabbed one of Zack's forgotten shirts and shamefully cuddled up with it, hoping to get a quick nap. It soothed me, which I found odd in some ways, but I guess kinda understandable in others. If we hadn't been interrupted last night, we would have... yeah... where would that have led us, I wonder? Dangerous thoughts, thoughts I needed to shove down deeper, clearly.
I needed to talk to him. But what would I say? Thanks for last night. Let's never do it again. I'm feeling too many feelings for you - and your brother for goddess’ sake - and think we should just keep things platonic. I had no idea. And not only that, but now he knew my parents weren't really my parents. How the hell was I going to explain t……
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