"Bry Bry," I knocked on the open door with my knuckles as I entered the room, he looked up from the notebook his eyes averting over to me, "Hey."
"Hey, where Harley?" He asked writing something else down before erasing it and writing something else.
"Her mom came to pick her up, she told me to tell you hello."
He rolled his eyes before setting the note book to the side and patting a spot at the edge of the bed where he sat adjacent too. I sat down as he looked me in my eyes.
"Stop it Bry, that feels so weird!" I giggled looking away placing my head on his shoulder twisting the gold ring on his middle finger.
"Where did you come from?" He asked adoringly watching our hands.
"Bryson I think both you and I know the answer to that," I laughed lowly getting a chuckle out of Bryson.
"Nah baby, I mean why you? After all the fucked up shit I did, the fucked up shit I've said. I didn't really know if there was a god before I met you baby. I'm grateful for you and Harley ever...