Had to share this stunning photo of ‘Loving’s’ Ruth Negga by Annie Leibovtiz for the cover of the Hollywood issue of 'Vanity Fair.' Although surrounded by ten other beautiful and talented actresses, Ruth draws all eyes in her spectacular gold gown. Wishing her well in the run-up to the Oscars.
I stretched out my bare legs, nestling cozily against the sofa. Toby’s now back to his usual energized state, which meant a lot of running around for me. I drifted off to sleep thinking about leaving for home tomorrow. I can’t wait to be in the comfort of my bed and to see everyone. I’ve been worried about how they’ve been doing while I was away.
I heard the door slam shut, a large piece of wood fall to the floor and heavy footsteps approach towards me. I immediately woke up in a daze thinking I imagined that noise until I noticed the dark figure in the shadows. I sat up straight watching the silhouette fumble around the room. He slowly made his way over to me, the almost burned out candle shining a small light on him.
“Negan?” I whispered.
“Holy shit! You scared the fuck out of me, woman!” He yelled, stumbling slightly backward.
“Shhh!” I reached forward and grabbed his arm pulling him down next to me. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. I can smell the alcohol all over him. “Are you drunk?”
Negan chuckled to himself, placing his fingers on his eyelids and giving it a squeeze. “Simon brought back some hooch from the hilltop but I swear that goddamn shit was made of fucking poison” He slurred his words.