100 Drabbles of Summer } 95) Sticky
"Happy birthday," he was told when his eyes cracked open at the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. Was it his birthday? Silas couldn't be sure anymore. He'd lost count of the days, so busy with work lately. There was more paper coming across his desk this quarter than ever before, at least according to his memory.
Must have been his birthday. Icing was being smudged on his nose, and there was syrup on a plate of pancakes that was…on his chest. Damn it.
"JP, that's not fair. Can I just…sleep? Try again tomorrow?"
Juan Pedro laughed. "Sorry, but no."
Must have been his birthday. Icing was being smudged on his nose, and there was syrup on a plate of pancakes that was…on his chest. Damn it.
"JP, that's not fair. Can I just…sleep? Try again tomorrow?"
Juan Pedro laughed. "Sorry, but no."