“…You’re funding this school in preparation for your future child to enroll here? I thought you said you didn’t want kids,” I teased him as I sat down on the bunk bed.
“I don’t. This cursed bloodline dies with me,” Zak spat without bothering to hide the malice in his voice. Apparently, my joke wasn’t to his taste.
He sat down next to me on the bed and leaned his head on my shoulder. His soft blond hair tickled my cheek and I smiled in bliss. If I knew this place still existed and preserved this way, I would have begged for Zak to bring me back here sooner and very often.
“What are your plans? You do have plans for today, right?” I asked as I played with his light blond curls. I love Zak’s hair and how it feels as I run my fingers through them. He would snuggle closer to me whenever I did.
“Do you think you’d still fit in your school uniform?” Zak asked reminiscing.
