“There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.” Bryant H. McGill
I waited for him outside my bedroom door, all the while thinking of what my father ambiguously implied. I heard him shuffling inside my room probably getting dressed. He must've thought that I’m waiting for him downstairs, because I heard him sniffing something then hummed pleased.
I felt myself heat up when he opened the door and got startled by seeing me here. My eyes raked him up and down in awe. He was wearing my blue AC/DC shirt and grey sweatpants, just a plain outfit yet he looked stunning. I don't think my clothes looked any better before.
I got to admit, he’s an attractive man. The way my shirt tightened around his flexed muscles and how his dark hair was still dripping wet dropl
