(Fun fact: When I look at Lochlan, seventeen-year-old me plays Def Leppard ballads at top volume inside my brain. Secretly he LOVES that.)
(I love it when they host sleepovers. Get an invite to one of those and your social circle is solid gold.)
We happily accepted. Those two are cheese personified, and generous to a fault, sharing their massive bed and their big new TV, wallmounted so it's visible from everywhere. And it's always on, always playing something exciting like a romantic comedy or a documentary on saving the planet.
I think Lochlan had exactly one glass of champagne, poured half full and he was out like a light. I don't know how much longer I followed after him. I just know he was warm and Schuyler was warm and I woke up at five and Lochlan was gone and I was on the edge, Schuyler having gone around the other side to crawl in beside Daniel. They were still asleep so I left as quietly as I could, locking the house on my way out and checking for bears before I make my way down the path.
I could see Lochlan sitting in a patio chair waiting for me. His silhouette is easily recognizable (it's the long flowing curls, Jesus, they're beautiful) plus I knew he'd be around here somewhere as he's not one to allow me to venture anywhere alone, whether on the property or not.
I figured you wouldn't be far behind.
Did you get any rest though?
I think I got up ten whole minutes before you. Maybe I woke you when I left.
Or just admit our brains are fused now. The drift compatibility is complete.
Yeah. He laughs and I start shivering. It's hovering around zero and if he wasn't walking fire he would be cold too. Let's go up and sleep for another hour. No movies though. Those were bad.
Those were amazing.
So fake and predictable. Girl has difficulty in the big city, girl moves back, meets hometown guy and falls in love and lives happily ever after. That doesn't happen. It's wishful thinking.
It is wishful thinking. That's what everyone wants.
To have difficulty and have to move home?
No, to fall in love with a nice guy who's totally adorable and live happily ever after.
Ah. Sorry to fuck up your plans then on the adorable part.
But you didn't! I grin at him and he figures it out, grinning wide right back at me in the dark.
I don't wanna touch you too much babyI got some sleep. Schuyler and Daniel took over operations here at Bridget Corp., inviting us over for Christmas movies and champagne in bed, taking matters into their own hands, as they sometimes do when they find out we're struggling.
'Cause making love to you might drive me crazy
(I love it when they host sleepovers. Get an invite to one of those and your social circle is solid gold.)
We happily accepted. Those two are cheese personified, and generous to a fault, sharing their massive bed and their big new TV, wallmounted so it's visible from everywhere. And it's always on, always playing something exciting like a romantic comedy or a documentary on saving the planet.
I think Lochlan had exactly one glass of champagne, poured half full and he was out like a light. I don't know how much longer I followed after him. I just know he was warm and Schuyler was warm and I woke up at five and Lochlan was gone and I was on the edge, Schuyler having gone around the other side to crawl in beside Daniel. They were still asleep so I left as quietly as I could, locking the house on my way out and checking for bears before I make my way down the path.
I could see Lochlan sitting in a patio chair waiting for me. His silhouette is easily recognizable (it's the long flowing curls, Jesus, they're beautiful) plus I knew he'd be around here somewhere as he's not one to allow me to venture anywhere alone, whether on the property or not.
I figured you wouldn't be far behind.
Did you get any rest though?
I think I got up ten whole minutes before you. Maybe I woke you when I left.
Or just admit our brains are fused now. The drift compatibility is complete.
Yeah. He laughs and I start shivering. It's hovering around zero and if he wasn't walking fire he would be cold too. Let's go up and sleep for another hour. No movies though. Those were bad.
Those were amazing.
So fake and predictable. Girl has difficulty in the big city, girl moves back, meets hometown guy and falls in love and lives happily ever after. That doesn't happen. It's wishful thinking.
It is wishful thinking. That's what everyone wants.
To have difficulty and have to move home?
No, to fall in love with a nice guy who's totally adorable and live happily ever after.
Ah. Sorry to fuck up your plans then on the adorable part.
But you didn't! I grin at him and he figures it out, grinning wide right back at me in the dark.