First message
I walk through the front door, blasting rock music in my headphones while smoking a cigarette. My boyfriend’s keys are on the counter so he must be home. Baby?! I shout, taking my headphones off, making my way to the kitchen to find dinner. While I cut up 3 apples, I feel arms being wrapped around my torso. A grin spreads across my face as I turn around, framing his soft face in my calloused hands. Hey, baby boy.He smiles up at me, body being smothered by my black, graphic tee he has on.