“Oh, you get breakfasts right. I love your breakfasts. But you just don’t understand dinners! Not like Jadine does.” I snorted. Sid had been coming over a few times a week, usually staying the night. He’d started relaxing and opening up, which meant I got to see the cool person he really was and I could stop feeling sorry for him. I didn’t like pity and I knew Sid wouldn’t like me feeling it.
I love these two
