EJ
When I got home I first popped into the kitchen to see what Dad and Pa were cooking. Evidently if it was not what I expected it gave me enough time to hop back into my car and go to Connor's.
I was just joking, they always made amazing food. But Connor was an equally amazing meal. I was in my childhood home and my dirty thoughts were meant to stay out and wait until tomorrow morning. I couldn't eat my meal in peace if I kept on thinking it would taste better off Connor's skin.
"Oh he's home!" Pa loudly screamed when he saw me and threw his dishcloth against Dad's chest who looked at it in dismay. "It feels like a century you've been gone," he ran over to me and hugged me tightly. "Look at your face my twin!"
He pressed the sides of our faces together and joyfully hopped around with me as I chuckled. "I was home three days ago."
