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by
R. O'Leary
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January 12 - January 22, 2025
“With a tongue like that, he’d be licking the inside of my ribcage.
Her idea of a good time was iced coffee, trashy television, and a nap.
That wasn't super fucking weird or anything. Then again, she had set up a group date with a bunch of monsters. What did she know about normal?
I don’t want you blaming me for being late. Not this time, anyway.”
if she stumbled on a body somewhere in the dilapidated house, she would burn it down to the foundation and walk away.
growl. It was the first time Nicole had heard him say anything that wasn’t sweet or quiet, and it was because he had a grudge against house plants.
a rose red number just short enough to make any nosy grannies clutch at their pearls, she bit back a growl.
He was a cat. He could wait all day if he had to.
“I generally don’t let roommates fingerbang me on the hood of a car,” Nicole deadpanned. “Pick. A. Chore.”
Her monsters certainly didn’t do things halfway.
“Who do I have to make out with to get some decent coffee?” she asked innocently. Five monsters stood at once and beelined for the coffee maker.
Nicole screeched into the parking lot, her new tires skidding as she skipped the curb. Somewhere, she was sure Wes just had a heart palpitation.
“Did you double book lunch with an assassination, madame spy?”
Well, she certainly wasn’t about to replace one of them with a giant yeti with terrible taste in ice cream. Pistachio? Honestly.