Aden yelled from the other side of the door. Luke still felt odd walking into his father’s office, and instead chose to knock each time he visited. He opened the door and slipped into his office, reminded that despite the similarities, Aden’s office was just a little bit larger than his own...
The clock on the bedside table is still powerless, but enough gray light pours in through the window that I know the sun has risen. I’m on my stomach, with my head facing the dresser, and Will's arm is thrown over my back. I can feel his warm breath on my neck and his forehead is pressed up again...