“Alright.. let’s just… wait it out.. okay?” I mumble before I let out a heavy exhale. I’m sitting on the edge of my old childhood bed in only my boxers, all of my tattoos on display for you. But I bet that’s the last thing you care about right now. I glance at you sitting against the headboard of the bed. You’re beautiful. Like an angel.

We started dating a few months ago, and it’s all been a dream really. Well, unlike all of my other old relationships, I decided to bring you to Holmes chapel to meet my mum, my stepdad and Gemma. We came here yesterday and we’re staying for the rest of the week.

This morning, however, while we were very passionately making out, my mum accidentally walked in. That was an hour ago. We’ve just been hiding in here, the room I’ve spent most of my childhood in, until I moved out at 16.

“Hey… you okay?” I ask cautiously, and put my hand on your bare thigh that’s hiding under the covers and give it a soft squeeze