We’re watching a scary movie, but I’m not sure if I can keep from laughing. Without looking at me, he reaches his arms high over his head, yawns, and slowly lets one hand fall over my shoulder. It would be a cunning move… if he wasn’t 64 years old.
I have a little box I keep my secrets in. Mom’s on my bed, my little papers litter the pillow. She’s found a private picture of me and someone we both love. Why doesn’t she look surprised?
Remember that morbid scene in GOT when Jamie and Cersei have sex beside Joffrey’s dead body? Yeah… I’d forgotten about that, too. You’re welcome.