The Art of Catching Feelings

by Alicia Thompson

Hi. It’s me—I’m the problem Maybe quoting song lyrics was too flippant.

Marriage was about compromise, that’s what people always said, but you could keep compromising until suddenly you looked up and realized nothing about your life looked the way you wanted it to.

karma truly on her scent like a bounty hunter.

“I’ll tell you every way I’ve imagined this,” Chris said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll tell you everything I want you to do. I know you have to be quiet—but I don’t.”

“I want to worship you,” he groaned against her breasts, the day’s worth of beard on his jaw abrading the sensitive skin in a way that made every nerve ending fire. “Worship me next time,” she said. “Tonight I just want you to fuck me.”

Sometimes when he touched her he felt like he could die, and that would be all right.

Briefly, he thought about warning her—if she didn’t want their relationship to be public, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to wear his shirt. But then she turned to smile at him, and he found he personally didn’t care if the whole world knew.

You’re the book I want to reread. For the rest of my life.”