I sighed hard when I watched Clayton acting like a stupid man who cannot even distinguish where the center of the wall is. I am already getting annoyed because he’s been asking me if it’s the center for ten whole freaking minutes! I already told him that it’s not but he kept adjusting it to the wrong side.
I stared at our wedding portrait that he’s holding. It’s a new one. This one is the painted version. The other one that we had shot during the wedding day was transferred to our room.
I heard him sighing hard before looking my way. “Is it left or right?” he asked.
“Left.” I rolled my eyes while munching on the chocolate chip cookies that Heaven baked.
“Your left or mine?” he asked.
I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. “My left is also your left, Clayton! We’re facing the sam
