I’d spent the morning watching my chaotic kid flit around with her wild grin while also finding the time to ogle my favourite people existing in their life-affirming love bubble, and it made the fucked-up start to the day easier to forget. You want to forget wrapping your hand around Nash’s dick? The weight of his body holding yours down? Nope. But I’d happily forget my entire existence to erase the look on his face when he’d seen more of me than I’d ever wanted to show him.
