Six Sentence Sunday — Why Cheese?

Cheddy attempts his himbo version of flirting. “If I said you were beautiful would you take up arms against me?” he whispers.My body reads all of his intentions, then my ears filter his words. “What?”“I want to—”“Roq’s asking for you, Violette.” Brie comes out of the dark to tell me.“—fuck you!” Cheddy shouts, undeterred by… Continue reading Six Sentence Sunday — Why Cheese?