Another day in the life of Jethro Velasquez, knowing more that I could imagine, being in the arms of someone you love. Though technically, Tonj and I already slept with each other but didn’t actually do it.
Just sleep.
Waking up, I would see Tonj moving around my unused kitchen and try to cook breakfast for the both of us. Which is really sweet.
“Oh, you’re awake, I was making pancakes.” He hollered.
“At eight a.m.? On a Sunday?” I said, smiling, yawned heavily later.
“Yeah, something to brag about, you know…”
“Know what? (more…)
