PS: I Hate You

by Lauren Connolly

You’ll never find a man with you looking so washed out.”

“I know the world tells us that we need a mom and dad. But we don’t, Magpie. We need each other. You have me. Always.”

#siblings

I want to stab something, but there’s nothing stab-able in this bathroom. All I can do is grab a paper towel from the dispenser and crush it in my hands. Not satisfying my violent urges in the least.

Because with every sweet, thoughtful gesture she makes, I’m reminded of the surly, sarcastic troll person I am at my core.

The guy runs full marathons. For fun. Fucking weird, if you ask me.

But soon I’ll have my hands on Dom, then my mouth, then my tongue. And after I go sex wild on him, I’ll get to slow down and take my time.