Catch the Sun

by Jennifer Hartmann

Max Manning is good-looking, a ten across the board. If I ran purely on hormones, I could become bewitched. Thankfully, I run on trauma, black coffee, and sarcasm, so his compelling man-body and enigmatic blue eyes are wasted on me.

People have a knack for being oblivious to trivial details. They often miss the essence of what others are saying or doing because they’re too preoccupied with their own bullshit. Your favorite things only matter to them if they genuinely care enough to listen and see you for who you are.

“I promise you, Ella Sunbury,” I lie through my teeth. “This is not a date.”

“I have all the room for you if this is where you want to be.”

“I’d feel you in any lifetime, in any version of any reality. And I’d know, without a doubt, without a shred of hesitation…that your soul was meant for mine.”