I wake the following morning, and I'm going to be honest....I have no idea where I am.
The bed I'm in - or rather, on - is soft and a bit lumpy, and it is way too dark in here to be my room.
And it isn't my dad's living room, because I'm most definitely not on his bed-settee, and as far as I'm aware he hasn't installed blackout blinds.
This room I'm in now is gloomy, and surprisingly cool considering it's still summer. It also smells unfamiliar, a bit incense-y and like whiskey.
And more importantly, I'm definitely not alone. This realisation hits me quickly and I'm in shock for a moment.
Who is curled up around me?
Ah....hold on a minute...
This is Brett's room. And this is Brett's bed. Which can only mean one thing....
Now I'm all too aware of the sensation of his body behind m
