“Is that a demand?”
“I require coffee every single morning.”
I finished with the foundation and grabbed his arm, moving his shirt so it exposed the watch on his wrist. I tapped the face lightly. “Seven thirty. There’s still four and a half hours of the morning left. Your requirement can wait a little longer.”
He stood behind me as I finished applying my makeup. He grabbed my brush and ran it through my hair, and I met his eyes in the mirror.
“How do you do it?”
“How do I do what?” he responded.
“Make it seem so normal. There’s this huge cloud hanging over us ready to piss all over us and you’re just…normal.”
He smiled. “Haven’t you learned anything? Great love makes the bad stuff disappear, if only for a sec
