Callan

My gut flipped at the sight beside me, dark hair over the pillow and my hand automatically reached out but snapped back when I realized it was not that brunette hair. Not this shoulders, fuck, I sat up and grabbed the water and pills that was on Hannah's nightstand beside me. I went back to sleep after that. 

The next time I woke up, I smelt something. Food, breakfast but I was still half inside a dream.

'The bakery is just downstairs, it only takes a few minutes.’ she giggled. Is it her cooking breakfast? The corner of my lips tipped up.

'Come lay back down.’ I reached for...