We spent the two best days in history at Brandon's place, doing nothing but resting, being silly and together. However, Thursday came with a schedule, so he had to sit down to his computer about noon to catch up with the zillion things he had going. I finished cleaning the kitchen after our late brunch and took my laptop to the veranda, wearing nothing but one of his tees on top of my underwear.
I'd almost caught up with my journal when he showed out one of the glass doors, wearing nothing but those tight black trunks that destroyed my focus in a heartbeat, phone in hand. Actually, I realized he was there when I heard the trademark click from his phone camera. My lips curled up automatically and he came to crouch down by my armchair, smiling up at me as to breed ten new generations of infernal butterflies.
"God knows I've dreamed of seeing you exactly like this," he said. "I'm gonna make a fucking poster of the photo I just took."
"Fuck no. Took a break?"
