It's fine. Everything's fine.

by Michelle Gross

This one is for all those who don’t know how to ask for help. You’re not a burden. This one is for all those who are their own worst enemy. For those who would rather suffer in silence than ask for someone’s shoulder to lean on. For the ones who have the best intentions for themselves and somehow still make mistakes. You’re not a burden. Someone might have convinced you otherwise, or maybe you’ve witnessed a thing or two that’s altered your perspective on living. Even so, that doesn’t mean you’re annoying. Life is hard. Let’s not make it harder on ourselves.

A book café was my absolute dream.

“She’s clumsy, awkward—a complete nerd, actually. She spends her free time reading on her tablet. That’s what I meant. She’s a mess, but I promise she’s not trouble.”

Eugene yelled, “I didn’t break anything. I just dropped the pan.” It’s probably dented.

Let me fucking take care of you, woman, was what I wanted to say. Then maybe beg her to let me take care of that body of hers, too. Shit. I was losing my damned mind.

It was never my intention to embarrass her. I wanted to see her cared for. No, I wanted to be the one to care for her. And that body. Fuck. I knew I’d be good to her.

she looked like nothing more than a gorgeous dessert for someone with a sweet tooth. I had a terrible sweet tooth.