josh
it's saturday.
i woke up in simon's flat, feeling the cold empty space besides me where i lied on his navy blue sofa.
i rubbed my eyes in tiredness as i let out a soft yawn and peered with drowsy eyes towards the kitchen where i saw a lanky frame stood by the stove.
"good morning darling" i said in a very sarcastic posh accent, whilst wrapping my arms around his waist from behind and resting my head against his back.
simon giggled and turned around, pulling me into a comfortable hug.
"i- uhm.." he blushed, "i made you pancakes"
i smiled at him and poked his nose playfully.
"you really are something else, simon minter."
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أدب الهواةyellow and white rests between his lips and he fills his lungs with grey. tw; there is a lot. don't read if you're sensitive about suicide or depressive thoughts.
