Hypnotized by Love

by Sariah Wilson

I was glad we were at a place that didn’t have any cutlery, because I was definitely feeling a little stabby.

I used to read volumes into our interactions, even though Mason hadn’t been writing a single word.

“I don’t know that I’ll be able to shut off my peripheral awareness while you’re in the room.”

Some women want to be wined and dined; I want to be tequila-ed and taco-ed.”

“And be quiet.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Your face has subtitles.”