Roman

“I wanted to talk to you,” Honey said, twirling her hair and chewing her lower lip. She looked so cute in lavender-colored satin pajamas and fluffy slippers. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, making her eyes seem so much wider.

So fucking cute.

I stepped to the side, letting her into my bedroom. Even with all the stress, I was a neat freak. I couldn’t control much, but I could control my surroundings. When Honey walked past me, ...