Chapter 33 Agreements

• "Good morning," I hear a husky voice say to me, a captivating male voice. I suddenly open my eyes and there, in my bed, in the bed I've had for years, is Brandon Clark. Brandon.
• My eyes are wide open suddenly, and my expression must be quite amusing because he smiles and can't help but let out a small laugh. He has never been one to laugh much, let alone with a loud laugh.
• The Brandon next to me, which undoubtedly corresponds to reality, a crazy and unexpected reality, looks beautifully disheveled, his eyes slightly swollen, his hair tousled, his tanned skin contrasting with the white sheets. The sheet, my sheet from years ago, covers him up to the waist, and I can see his skin, the veins that stand out on his arms, his neck, the beginning of his beard.