Neena looked down at Bruce as they lay in his bed, his head on her abdomen as she ran her fingers through his hair, she thought a moment and then spoke softly, reluctant to shatter the quiet but at the same time wanting to hear his voice. ....what's going on in that mind of yours, hm? She asked softly as she let her fingernails scratch over his scalp. It had been late already when she called, asking if she could come over and stay the night. plotted starter for @sorrythatwasmean












