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The thought ive this dress back A part of me wants to keep it forever

To clean it up but wear it for hiain so he can do ht

“Coet it, while it’s hot,” Brandon calls over tofrom the delicious s about him

“There’s enough here to last a week,” I observe, noticing how Brandon looks a little shortchanged in the serving size department as he eyes the takeout containers

BigI can think of

He insists I helpsome plates and cutlery in the little kitchen area Mark has in his workshop, I settle doith Brandon and we eat

There’s a no food or drink rule in the store, but I arments and promise silently to myself to open all the s once the storm has well and truly shifted

Plus, there’s no way all this food and Brandon would even fit in my tiny loft apartment upstairs

It’s like every ti by the hour,me feel tiny

Which secretly? I love most of all Next to him, I’m so small The smallest I’ve ever felt

I thought I knew the et so from them a couple of times a hen I can afford it

But Brandon’s ordered everything I never could

Steak, na, and a whole bunch of other stuff I don’t even kno to pronounce

I usually just get spaghetti with

Usually, I’ in front of other people too, but Brandon soon putsme to eat as he asks me what feels like a round of twenty questions

His oay of getting to know me better, not just physically but as a person

He asks aboutup

That’s easy

“I never had a family” I casually remark “Grew up in foster care and once it was clear I was no ballerina or beauty pageant kid, I was shipped off to the next place,” I add, already eyeing a cardboard box I just know is packed full of cannoli