As the tap continuously made droplets splash and sound onto the sink, I had been paying it no mind.
I left him in my bed. Unsupervised. No watchful eye. He was sleeping soundly, probably the only time he ever got any peace. I, on the other hand, couldn't force myself back into bed.
Not that I didn't enjoy sleeping with him, it was just so unexpected. He didn't even want anything to do with me at the beginning of all this. Now, he's coming to my house and desperately falling into my arms like this is some shitty soap opera? I'm just as confused as you, trust me.
I sigh as I fill the kettle with water, before setting it to boil and turning around. Atleast I didn't think so hard I burnt any of the breakfast I'd made for the two of us. I can make breakfast for him, surely? I've done it before. During that time he was temporarily living with me. Although, none of those days were spent in my bed or even excessively around me for too long.
