Chapter 129 Last Day

• Sunday morning sneaks upon us like a thief. It is our last day here. Our reality hovers above us all morning. Things will be different once we return to Wells. No more stolen kisses or open touches. It will suck big time and I don’t look forward to it.
• Calum orders a full English breakfast to cheer me up. When the attendant trolleys in the food, his blues bore into the tray, then at the back of the attendant’s head as he exits the room.
• “What is this?” Calum asks, pushing the trolley closer to the bed. His face has the same look of amusement it did when I ordered the spaghetti. I adjust to create space. He dumps the tray on the bed and stabs the crisp bacon. “This is all of it?”