closed for milo who i can’t tag for some weird reason?
by now, brenna was used to the slam of her door and then the familiar footsteps finding their way around her apartment until they found her. sometimes she’d be in her living room, sipping tea while watching love island or another reality show she’d become addicted to. sometimes she’d be sunbathing on her small balcony. sometimes, she’d be trying some new recipe in her kitchen, but sometimes, like right now, milo would find her laying on the soft rug on her bedroom floor, engulfed in a book. she already knew what he would do, he’d flop on her bed and sigh the most dramatic sigh, and she was right because that was exactly what he did. she smiled softly. ‘who is it this time?’ she asked without lifting her eyes from the pages of her book.
