The Last Baker
Title: The Last Baker [9]
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
shorthorror
Pairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
Dedications: The beautiful people and their beautiful words of encouragement. As well as my kitty cat, Dookie :3
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
I would have liked to make this chapter a bit longer, but I have a small case of writer's block and I'm working out the kinks in the plot to my upcoming story. I continuously thank everyone for the support and kind words concerning this story (keep 'em coming!). Afterall, I do write this shit for you guys! ;)
- Love
shorthorror
The first image I saw when I awoke made my chest tighten and my ego burst with pride. It had been way too long since I woke up beside someone gorgeously asleep, facing me and breathing deep and hypnotizing. My silken bedspread travelled below our waists during our unconscious hours of the night and it gave me the chance to stare at his body in the red hued morning light, the colorful ink depictions of monsters, the curves and flat plains and the way his chest rose and fell in perfect time. When he wasn't awake, Brian could actually be mistaken for a good-natured person. What with his unconscious smile and the way his lashes fluttered against the morning rays that poured through my burgundy drapes. He was just as human as me and the next person. He had needs and aspirations and wasn't just out to prove to the world how great he was.
I felt heavily disappointed in myself for having pinned Brian as some kind of a monstrously egotistical bimbo with shit and jizz for brains. Clearly this man beside me was more than that. Just like me, he had feelings. And just like me, he could feel hatred. That's what scared me. Discovering how alike Brian and I were with each passing day. My father always told me to look past a man's exterior to find what he was truly about. Just like he might have looked like a filthy rich business man who drove a Benz, a Jaguar and a Corvette on the weekends, but passed all of that there was a family man, a wonderful husband and an ideal father. It seemed like when I was taking my own advice, I always ended up being wrong. Looking at Brian now laying asleep beside me showed me the extent of my misjudgment.
I laid beside Brian for the longest time, just thinking and breathing and watching him sleep serenely. I thought about last night under the moon and stars, in the ocean and on the sand. I had the most amazing sex of my life. The rough and passionately romantic sex that I only knew to exist in pornography and my dreams. I couldn't believe the night I had spent with Brian Haner. The man beside me. And the man that would continue to be beside me for God knows how much longer.
I turned over onto my back and laid there for as long as it took for Brian to awaken. My room was warm and I could still smell the salt on our skin like we had just come in from the beach. After a couple minutes I felt Brian stirring and heard him breathing harder. I turned my head just in time to see those dark chocolate eyes being revealed by waking eyelids. I smiled when he stretched out, muscles elongating and then contracting when he curled back up. He blinked profusely as he gazed back at me.
"Good morning." I said to him while he shuffled closer to my side.
He murmured something incoherent into my chest. As I watched him cuddle close to me I started to get a strange feeling of change. I had never witnessed Brian being any sort of affectionate, let alone all snuggly and boyish.
"What time is it?" I heard him ask.
"Breakfast time." I replied.
When I tried to slip out of bed, Brian caught my arm and wrenched me right back, gathered me up in his arms and let out a moan of protest. His eyes were shut again and I had reason to believe he had no intent of getting out of bed. I sighed and wrapped my arms around him in compliance. The room grew quieter and all I could hear were the sounds of premature morning, birds chirping and the breeze blowing tree branches. There were two windows on either side of my bed that were covered with long heavy drapes I'd kept from when my parents were alive. When the room was completely silent, sometimes you could even hear the ocean waves washing in the distance. Today was one of those mornings, and it reminded me of last night, as if I already weren't thinking about it.
"Last night was unbelievable." Brian finally spoke.
I nodded, and he felt it against his hair. He pulled back, his big brown eyes flashing at me like polished sinister jewels. I had thought the whole time that after gazing back into his chocolate stare, I wouldn't feel the same attraction as I did last night, like Brian was going to be another trophy for my collection of one night stands. But when I stared at his face I didn't get the awkward feeling that a stranger was beside me in my bed. To me, he was just Brian and I'd slept with him last night. Now, we were cuddled up close in my bed and it felt okay that he was there.
"And you say you've never slept with a guy before?" Brian said with a hint of a laugh.
"Never." I said admittedly.
"Never kissed one?" He asked.
"No, I haven't."
"Then why me?"
I breathed deeply for a moment. "I guess I've always been open-minded. Or maybe it was because you seduced me into it."
"I'd say both." Brian giggled.
"I guess a better question is, why me?" I asked him.
Brian pulled away slightly, locking my eyes with his. I searched around for his potential answer but couldn't find anything. I only ended up losing myself in the heat of his stare. Enthralled by the by the stillness of his soft lips. Mesmerized by his model face. His beauty was otherworldly. Something I hadn't seen in too many people. Whether he was soaked and covered in sand or ruffled by morning awakening, the man was deathly breathtaking.
"Look at you, Zack. You're gorgeous. You're talented and smart and so annoying that it's cute. And you understand me. I need that," Brian told me in a hushed voice before he cuddled his face into the space between my neck and the feather pillows. "I've always needed that."
Funny, how a single statement could help your whole world to metamorphize into something you never thought it would. The closeness was so surreal, unfamiliar and relievingly comfortable. The mere feeling of another heart whose beat mirrored my own made me realize that I wasn't alone. Somebody was there to understand me.
"Brian, I've never seen this side of you before." I whispered.
"You aren't seeing another side. You're finally warming up to me." Brian told me.
I stroked his hair until Brian finally tipped his head up to me. For a moment, we just looked at each other until Brian came closer, closing his eyes as I did the same. My lips found his lips and we kissed slowly, working each other's mouths apart between breaths. Brian's fingers threaded through my hair, rubbed at my scalp and ran back down my neck gently. A shiver went with the movement and then suddenly Brian pulled away, ours eyes connecting like two wild fires to create a smoldering inferno.
"I'll make the omelets, you cut the fruit." Brian said.
I smiled. "What makes you think I have food in my house?"
Brian pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You haven't disappointed me so far."
With that, Brian slipped away from me and got out of my bed. He stretched his body again once he was on his feet and then left the room, but not before grabbing one of the robes I had hanging on the back of my door. He plucked a black cotton one off it's hook and slid it on. I watched until he was gone and then finally sprawled out in my bed, sighing heavily, attempting to take all of this shit in.
After I put on one of my many Misfits T-shirts I went downstairs to find Brian in front of my stove, melting butter on a hot skillet. He had managed to find both of the cutting boards, a brick of cheddar cheese, a carton of eggs and a banded bunch of asparagus. I silently smiled as I went into the fridge to find fruits of different sorts. I hadn't gone grocery shopping in a while, so all I could find was half a pineapple, some apples, two kiwis and a thick slice of honeydew melon I'd brought home from the restaurant with the intention of eating it. As Brian whipped eggs and cut spears of asparagus, I got out two plates and began cutting fruit into intricate little shapes. I chopped the pineapple into bite sized triangles and sliced an apple so I could press a star shaped cookie cutter into the juicy white flesh. I thought perhaps I went too far with the melon baller and cutting the kiwis into perfectly level circles. But it gave me enough time to finish up and arrange the fruits into a colorful pattern on one side of both plates by the time Brian was done making omelets for the both of us.
Wordlessly, we took our food into my dining room and sat ourselves down at the table. First I cut into Brian's mixture of eggs cheese and vegetables, loving the crisp sound of thin omelet breaking apart effortlessly. The bitter taste of sauteed asparagus heads mixed with melted cheese and perfectly cooked egg was phenomenal. I wondered why I hadn't thought of the mixture before myself.I smiled at Brian while we ate, visually complimenting the food since I never talked with my mouth full.
"I wish all mornings could be like this." Said Brian as he gazed out the back sliding door. The glass provided our window for viewing the rousing blue sea.
"You've never eaten breakfast and looked at the ocean at the same time?" I asked him.
"I live nowhere near the coast." Brian replied.
I shook my head. "That's a shame. It's beautiful in the morning."
"It's beautiful at night too." Brian said and cocked his eyebrows at me with a smirk.
I smiled back at him. "Something distracted me from the ocean last night."
Brian dropped his fork on the plate and sat back and letting out a loud burp. "Well, better hurry up and finish then, for I may wish to distract you again."
I twinged inside, though I didn't let Brian see that. I didn't rush to finish the rest of what was on my plate either, just ate casually and occasionally looked at Brian. After we were both done we went into the kitchen and I stuck our dishes in the racks of my dishwasher. When I stood back upright and pushed the washer shut with my foot, I felt Brian's hands snake around my waist as he wrapped me in his arms and pressed his lips to my neck.
"Thank you for Breakfast." Brian said, his mouth speaking syllables against the sensitive side of my neck, just below my ear.
"Thank you for Breakfast." I repeated to him.
He turned me around and forced our mouths together roughly. Before I knew it, Brian was sliding his flat palms underneath my shirt, feeling my skin and moaning into our fervent kiss. I wasn't used to getting this type of attention, especially twice in twenty four hours, so I went along with him. I followed him into my living room where he laid me down on the antique Rococo chaise longue. Somewhere along the way he'd lost my robe, but it was made fair when he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. Brian got on top of me on the lounge and pushed little tingling kisses all down my chest until he was met with the hem of my boxers. I couldn't help but shudder as I got hard beneath his expert touch.
I had never seen anybody go down on somebody like the way Brian went down on me. He treated my throbbing cock as if it were a popsicle melting in the sun, and he wanted to taste every drop of sweet flavour before it hit the ground. Watching those lips slide down and back up my intimate flesh was making me cry out my deliriousness. Brian knew all the right moves to have me writhing and chewing at my bottom lip ruthlessly. He let the tip of his tongue glide over my slit before he swallowed back down again. This repetition was the part that helped throw me off the edge of ethereal pleasure.
I came hard, harder than I could ever remember and Brian lapped it up like it was his very essence. He was out of breath but I was even worse of a mess after he sat back with legs bent underneath him.
"Have you ever thought of marketing your cum? Because it tastes delicious." Brian said to me.
I laughed as I threw my arm over my eyes so I could rest for just one moment and regain my composure. I felt myself being weighed down as Brian crawled over me. "Like honestly, I could suck on that jizz all day."
"Oh my God, shut your filthy mouth." I giggled.
"Sorry." Brian apologized.
After a while, I went downstairs to wash Brian's clothes. He needed something to back out in, since he'd left his car parked in the lot at the Gold Lion hotel. Brian stayed upstairs as I waited for his laundry to dry. The gentle whirring of the dryer hypnotized me as I dwelled in my recent events and effectuations. I couldn't stop smiling, not when the thought of Brian sucking my dick was all my cognitional functions would allow me to produce in my head. What was this feeling? And why was I getting it because of Brian? Certainly I couldn't have been in love with him, no. Our relationship was just budding, I still hardly knew him. There was no room to allow love in yet.
I grabbed Brian's clothes out of the dryer after it beeped and shut off. During the time it took for me to wash Brian's clothes, he'd taken a shower in my bathroom and still had the time to do God knows what else. When I found him, he was looking through my closet as if he were pondering something deeply. Like he was trying to figure me out by analyzing my wardrobe. I quickly came up from behind him and shut the closet door before he made any comments about the fact that my red clothes were on the very left of the closet and my dark blues and purplish colored garments were hanging on the right.
"I got your clothes." I said, holding out to him his folded jeans, Tshirt and boxers. He looked down at the clothes, took them and smiled back at me.
"Be right back then." He said before padding off for the bathroom again.
I went to go sit on my bed as I waited for him. I had to drive him back to the hotel so I sat there until he emerged, looking good, smelling clean and fully clothed in fresh attire.
"Ready to go then?" I asked him as he approached me on the bed.
He shook his head before dipping down and placing a chaste kiss to my lips. "No, I'll go. You've already done enough for me. I'll just get a cab back to the hotel."
"No, it's alright. I can take you." I offered.
"Trust me Zack. It's okay. You'll thank me when you save on gas." Brian said as he stroked the side of my face.
"Really Brian, let me just take you. It's no problem." I persisted.
He only shook his head and leaned down to kiss me again. "I'll see you at work tomorrow okay?"
"Okay, if you say so." I shrugged.
"Bye Zachary." He said with a wink, before turning and leaving my room.
When Brian had left my house, my bed suddenly seemed a lot bigger. Everything grew just a little quieter and I was bored. Without Brian there I had nobody to cook for, nobody to clean for, nobody to talk to. It was then I concluded, that I was more alone than I had ever known before him.
Author:
shorthorrorPairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
Dedications: The beautiful people and their beautiful words of encouragement. As well as my kitty cat, Dookie :3
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
- Love
shorthorror
The first image I saw when I awoke made my chest tighten and my ego burst with pride. It had been way too long since I woke up beside someone gorgeously asleep, facing me and breathing deep and hypnotizing. My silken bedspread travelled below our waists during our unconscious hours of the night and it gave me the chance to stare at his body in the red hued morning light, the colorful ink depictions of monsters, the curves and flat plains and the way his chest rose and fell in perfect time. When he wasn't awake, Brian could actually be mistaken for a good-natured person. What with his unconscious smile and the way his lashes fluttered against the morning rays that poured through my burgundy drapes. He was just as human as me and the next person. He had needs and aspirations and wasn't just out to prove to the world how great he was.
I felt heavily disappointed in myself for having pinned Brian as some kind of a monstrously egotistical bimbo with shit and jizz for brains. Clearly this man beside me was more than that. Just like me, he had feelings. And just like me, he could feel hatred. That's what scared me. Discovering how alike Brian and I were with each passing day. My father always told me to look past a man's exterior to find what he was truly about. Just like he might have looked like a filthy rich business man who drove a Benz, a Jaguar and a Corvette on the weekends, but passed all of that there was a family man, a wonderful husband and an ideal father. It seemed like when I was taking my own advice, I always ended up being wrong. Looking at Brian now laying asleep beside me showed me the extent of my misjudgment.
I laid beside Brian for the longest time, just thinking and breathing and watching him sleep serenely. I thought about last night under the moon and stars, in the ocean and on the sand. I had the most amazing sex of my life. The rough and passionately romantic sex that I only knew to exist in pornography and my dreams. I couldn't believe the night I had spent with Brian Haner. The man beside me. And the man that would continue to be beside me for God knows how much longer.
I turned over onto my back and laid there for as long as it took for Brian to awaken. My room was warm and I could still smell the salt on our skin like we had just come in from the beach. After a couple minutes I felt Brian stirring and heard him breathing harder. I turned my head just in time to see those dark chocolate eyes being revealed by waking eyelids. I smiled when he stretched out, muscles elongating and then contracting when he curled back up. He blinked profusely as he gazed back at me.
"Good morning." I said to him while he shuffled closer to my side.
He murmured something incoherent into my chest. As I watched him cuddle close to me I started to get a strange feeling of change. I had never witnessed Brian being any sort of affectionate, let alone all snuggly and boyish.
"What time is it?" I heard him ask.
"Breakfast time." I replied.
When I tried to slip out of bed, Brian caught my arm and wrenched me right back, gathered me up in his arms and let out a moan of protest. His eyes were shut again and I had reason to believe he had no intent of getting out of bed. I sighed and wrapped my arms around him in compliance. The room grew quieter and all I could hear were the sounds of premature morning, birds chirping and the breeze blowing tree branches. There were two windows on either side of my bed that were covered with long heavy drapes I'd kept from when my parents were alive. When the room was completely silent, sometimes you could even hear the ocean waves washing in the distance. Today was one of those mornings, and it reminded me of last night, as if I already weren't thinking about it.
"Last night was unbelievable." Brian finally spoke.
I nodded, and he felt it against his hair. He pulled back, his big brown eyes flashing at me like polished sinister jewels. I had thought the whole time that after gazing back into his chocolate stare, I wouldn't feel the same attraction as I did last night, like Brian was going to be another trophy for my collection of one night stands. But when I stared at his face I didn't get the awkward feeling that a stranger was beside me in my bed. To me, he was just Brian and I'd slept with him last night. Now, we were cuddled up close in my bed and it felt okay that he was there.
"And you say you've never slept with a guy before?" Brian said with a hint of a laugh.
"Never." I said admittedly.
"Never kissed one?" He asked.
"No, I haven't."
"Then why me?"
I breathed deeply for a moment. "I guess I've always been open-minded. Or maybe it was because you seduced me into it."
"I'd say both." Brian giggled.
"I guess a better question is, why me?" I asked him.
Brian pulled away slightly, locking my eyes with his. I searched around for his potential answer but couldn't find anything. I only ended up losing myself in the heat of his stare. Enthralled by the by the stillness of his soft lips. Mesmerized by his model face. His beauty was otherworldly. Something I hadn't seen in too many people. Whether he was soaked and covered in sand or ruffled by morning awakening, the man was deathly breathtaking.
"Look at you, Zack. You're gorgeous. You're talented and smart and so annoying that it's cute. And you understand me. I need that," Brian told me in a hushed voice before he cuddled his face into the space between my neck and the feather pillows. "I've always needed that."
Funny, how a single statement could help your whole world to metamorphize into something you never thought it would. The closeness was so surreal, unfamiliar and relievingly comfortable. The mere feeling of another heart whose beat mirrored my own made me realize that I wasn't alone. Somebody was there to understand me.
"Brian, I've never seen this side of you before." I whispered.
"You aren't seeing another side. You're finally warming up to me." Brian told me.
I stroked his hair until Brian finally tipped his head up to me. For a moment, we just looked at each other until Brian came closer, closing his eyes as I did the same. My lips found his lips and we kissed slowly, working each other's mouths apart between breaths. Brian's fingers threaded through my hair, rubbed at my scalp and ran back down my neck gently. A shiver went with the movement and then suddenly Brian pulled away, ours eyes connecting like two wild fires to create a smoldering inferno.
"I'll make the omelets, you cut the fruit." Brian said.
I smiled. "What makes you think I have food in my house?"
Brian pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You haven't disappointed me so far."
With that, Brian slipped away from me and got out of my bed. He stretched his body again once he was on his feet and then left the room, but not before grabbing one of the robes I had hanging on the back of my door. He plucked a black cotton one off it's hook and slid it on. I watched until he was gone and then finally sprawled out in my bed, sighing heavily, attempting to take all of this shit in.
After I put on one of my many Misfits T-shirts I went downstairs to find Brian in front of my stove, melting butter on a hot skillet. He had managed to find both of the cutting boards, a brick of cheddar cheese, a carton of eggs and a banded bunch of asparagus. I silently smiled as I went into the fridge to find fruits of different sorts. I hadn't gone grocery shopping in a while, so all I could find was half a pineapple, some apples, two kiwis and a thick slice of honeydew melon I'd brought home from the restaurant with the intention of eating it. As Brian whipped eggs and cut spears of asparagus, I got out two plates and began cutting fruit into intricate little shapes. I chopped the pineapple into bite sized triangles and sliced an apple so I could press a star shaped cookie cutter into the juicy white flesh. I thought perhaps I went too far with the melon baller and cutting the kiwis into perfectly level circles. But it gave me enough time to finish up and arrange the fruits into a colorful pattern on one side of both plates by the time Brian was done making omelets for the both of us.
Wordlessly, we took our food into my dining room and sat ourselves down at the table. First I cut into Brian's mixture of eggs cheese and vegetables, loving the crisp sound of thin omelet breaking apart effortlessly. The bitter taste of sauteed asparagus heads mixed with melted cheese and perfectly cooked egg was phenomenal. I wondered why I hadn't thought of the mixture before myself.I smiled at Brian while we ate, visually complimenting the food since I never talked with my mouth full.
"I wish all mornings could be like this." Said Brian as he gazed out the back sliding door. The glass provided our window for viewing the rousing blue sea.
"You've never eaten breakfast and looked at the ocean at the same time?" I asked him.
"I live nowhere near the coast." Brian replied.
I shook my head. "That's a shame. It's beautiful in the morning."
"It's beautiful at night too." Brian said and cocked his eyebrows at me with a smirk.
I smiled back at him. "Something distracted me from the ocean last night."
Brian dropped his fork on the plate and sat back and letting out a loud burp. "Well, better hurry up and finish then, for I may wish to distract you again."
I twinged inside, though I didn't let Brian see that. I didn't rush to finish the rest of what was on my plate either, just ate casually and occasionally looked at Brian. After we were both done we went into the kitchen and I stuck our dishes in the racks of my dishwasher. When I stood back upright and pushed the washer shut with my foot, I felt Brian's hands snake around my waist as he wrapped me in his arms and pressed his lips to my neck.
"Thank you for Breakfast." Brian said, his mouth speaking syllables against the sensitive side of my neck, just below my ear.
"Thank you for Breakfast." I repeated to him.
He turned me around and forced our mouths together roughly. Before I knew it, Brian was sliding his flat palms underneath my shirt, feeling my skin and moaning into our fervent kiss. I wasn't used to getting this type of attention, especially twice in twenty four hours, so I went along with him. I followed him into my living room where he laid me down on the antique Rococo chaise longue. Somewhere along the way he'd lost my robe, but it was made fair when he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. Brian got on top of me on the lounge and pushed little tingling kisses all down my chest until he was met with the hem of my boxers. I couldn't help but shudder as I got hard beneath his expert touch.
I had never seen anybody go down on somebody like the way Brian went down on me. He treated my throbbing cock as if it were a popsicle melting in the sun, and he wanted to taste every drop of sweet flavour before it hit the ground. Watching those lips slide down and back up my intimate flesh was making me cry out my deliriousness. Brian knew all the right moves to have me writhing and chewing at my bottom lip ruthlessly. He let the tip of his tongue glide over my slit before he swallowed back down again. This repetition was the part that helped throw me off the edge of ethereal pleasure.
I came hard, harder than I could ever remember and Brian lapped it up like it was his very essence. He was out of breath but I was even worse of a mess after he sat back with legs bent underneath him.
"Have you ever thought of marketing your cum? Because it tastes delicious." Brian said to me.
I laughed as I threw my arm over my eyes so I could rest for just one moment and regain my composure. I felt myself being weighed down as Brian crawled over me. "Like honestly, I could suck on that jizz all day."
"Oh my God, shut your filthy mouth." I giggled.
"Sorry." Brian apologized.
After a while, I went downstairs to wash Brian's clothes. He needed something to back out in, since he'd left his car parked in the lot at the Gold Lion hotel. Brian stayed upstairs as I waited for his laundry to dry. The gentle whirring of the dryer hypnotized me as I dwelled in my recent events and effectuations. I couldn't stop smiling, not when the thought of Brian sucking my dick was all my cognitional functions would allow me to produce in my head. What was this feeling? And why was I getting it because of Brian? Certainly I couldn't have been in love with him, no. Our relationship was just budding, I still hardly knew him. There was no room to allow love in yet.
I grabbed Brian's clothes out of the dryer after it beeped and shut off. During the time it took for me to wash Brian's clothes, he'd taken a shower in my bathroom and still had the time to do God knows what else. When I found him, he was looking through my closet as if he were pondering something deeply. Like he was trying to figure me out by analyzing my wardrobe. I quickly came up from behind him and shut the closet door before he made any comments about the fact that my red clothes were on the very left of the closet and my dark blues and purplish colored garments were hanging on the right.
"I got your clothes." I said, holding out to him his folded jeans, Tshirt and boxers. He looked down at the clothes, took them and smiled back at me.
"Be right back then." He said before padding off for the bathroom again.
I went to go sit on my bed as I waited for him. I had to drive him back to the hotel so I sat there until he emerged, looking good, smelling clean and fully clothed in fresh attire.
"Ready to go then?" I asked him as he approached me on the bed.
He shook his head before dipping down and placing a chaste kiss to my lips. "No, I'll go. You've already done enough for me. I'll just get a cab back to the hotel."
"No, it's alright. I can take you." I offered.
"Trust me Zack. It's okay. You'll thank me when you save on gas." Brian said as he stroked the side of my face.
"Really Brian, let me just take you. It's no problem." I persisted.
He only shook his head and leaned down to kiss me again. "I'll see you at work tomorrow okay?"
"Okay, if you say so." I shrugged.
"Bye Zachary." He said with a wink, before turning and leaving my room.
When Brian had left my house, my bed suddenly seemed a lot bigger. Everything grew just a little quieter and I was bored. Without Brian there I had nobody to cook for, nobody to clean for, nobody to talk to. It was then I concluded, that I was more alone than I had ever known before him.
why am i not surprised
haha :)
but seriously,
best thing i've ever read
More soooon please?
<3