It was just after 5am, and I was eating toaster waffles in my underwear. I was cocooned in a fluffy blanket, sitting next to Reid on the floor of the balcony while he plucked at the strings of his guitar.
It was an early breakfast and a show.
I was the one who tapped out after several rounds of unbelievable s*x—Reid seemed to be on the same page, but I was fairly certain he could’ve continued if I wanted to.
I earned my toaster waffles.
I was trying admirably hard to focus on the perfection of my waffle-to-syrup ratio, and on the sound of the guitar. The sky had long-since begun to lighten. I was determined to ignore it. I had googled it in a moment of sad denial—sunrise was at about 5:30.
Although I was resisting the inevitable, I couldn’t deny that the sunrise was beautiful. Our las
