The fuck….

How did I end up with a sleeping Heath laying on me? I may worship Sebastian but there are lines we don’t cross and this should be one of them.

I stiffly put a hand on Heath’s head, his hair isn’t as disgusting as usual... Or at least usual for him three years ago.

I feel his even breathing. And his sleepy warmth…. But I can’t handle this, it isn’t right. I hate this guy. He’s taken everything from me. He stole Baz from me multiple times. Fuck me. What am I doing?