Forked (A Lighthearted Utensil Romance, #1)

by Ruth Cardello

Yes, the world has reopened, and a lot of people have gone back to what some might call normal, but I didn’t start out as much of an extrovert and will admit that having an excuse to stay home alone was a relief for a long time.

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Shit, now I have to steal some of his mail.

It’s against my lease to have a pet, so on paper Mike is a twenty-five-year-old grad student at Brown University with good credit and great references. In reality, he’s an orange tabby of unknown age who followed me home shortly after I moved to Providence.

How difficult could it be to fuck someone?

So that just happened. I kissed a figment of my imagination and liked it.

Instantly, this situation would go from confusing yet sexy to kind of terrifying.”

“You have a complicated moral compass.”

“It’s not a lie if you manifest it into being true.”

“Not believing is like keeping a faucet turned off and wondering why there’s no water. Believing comes first.”

“Crazy is a term used by those who choose to limit themselves to what is comfortable for them to believe. Don’t ask anyone for permission to be you. Embrace what makes you happy.”

I found a set of magical silverware full of World War II super soldiers, freed one, fell for him, and that journey empowered me to finally take charge of my life?

with a slightly toxic relationship with my parents, a lifetime of anxiety, and a wild imagination.”

“I’m also morally gray enough to help you fend off your enemies and never need to confess where we bury the bodies.

I got over feeling awkward about loving a fork. And, although I don’t want to be intimate with any other silverware,