I get up from the bed, lacking luster, and decide to change before I go through and eat. Pulling open my wardrobe to find a fluffy Onesie and can’t resist running my hands across his row of shirts hanging to the side. Arrick has changed a lot in the past months in how he dresses daily, spending more time in shirts and pants because of his constant back and forth and less time looking like the casual preppy college boy he used to be when we stayed in New York. I guess because he had to buy ...