At home, thinking about Nelson

As you hop out of the shower you try to remember Nelson, the last time you met him would’ve been a few years ago, at one of Daniels parties. He was certainly a big hunk of chocolate. Not ripped but very muscular, you remember him helping you up after you fell to the ground, he pulled you up with his big hand on yours and pulled his hand around your waist covered only by a tight one piece dress, and hoist you back up.

You also seem to remember yourself looking for far too long, also trying to access his situation downstairs, however he was wearing some sweat pants so you couldn’t really make anything out.

As you turn over in your wide bed in your comfy silk sheets you wonder to yourself how the next week and a half will play out.