It’s just a set of metal bars that actually looks rather homemade or like something you’d see in a gymnastics studio. There’s a hook hanging down attached to an adjustable chain. The metal is cool beneath my fingers as I grip the side and shake it back and forth, testing the stability. It’s quite...
Isaac says while he browns Italian sausage. The aroma makes my stomach grumble loudly and we both laugh. “I knew you were still hungry.” “This smells familiar. Are you making that dish you fed me on the first night we met?” “Yeah, I am. I guess it’s...
I move back in with my parents. Adam isn’t the only one with a well-connected daddy and there’s no way he’s barging in here. There’s nothing to stop him from sending apologies in the form of presents, though, and does he ever. It’s generic at first, mainly flowers and jewe...