It's The Small Things That Count: Part 2
How will Brian react to his exciting yet confusing experience?
I slowly woke up again, the sun shining on my face. It was 9am on a nice Sunday morning and a delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. I got up, only wearing a black shirt, my pants still on the floor where I left them, or rather, she did. I took a quick glance in the mirror—I looked really fucked. My hair is always a mess when I get up. I decided to get up, put on my boxers and go into the kitchen to see what that sm...