100 Lifetimes of Us (The Romantics #1)

by Maggie C. Gates

The shower head squeaked as I cut the water off and stepped over the lip of the tub. Showering before a fight always made me laugh. It was kind of like making the bed—it was just going to get messed up again. I grabbed the towel off of the bar, and ran it over my hair before wrapping it around my waist, grabbing my shit, and padding down the hall to my room. Our room. It had been just over three weeks since Annie was discharged from the hospital, and every night she had been in my bed. Her movement was still restricted, but she had been given the greenlight to shed the sling from her dislocated arm. The stitches in her lip had begun to disappear, and the bruises had faded. Still, the nightmares plagued her constantly, and she had yet to type a single word of her new book. The floorboards creaked as I snuck in. If Annie had managed to take a nap, I didn’t want to wake her. But I didn’t hear soft breathing. I heard laughter. “Oh my god, you have to write that!” Annie exclaimed. She was sitting at the small desk that I hadn’t used since high school. Her phone was perched on a little stand. Willow Winslet and Wander Whitlock’s faces were on the screen, laughing with her. The two ladies’ eyes went wide. Annie looked over her shoulder and took in my towel-clad, water speckled body. “Shit—sorry.” She quickly turned off her camera, but the call continued. “No!” Willow and Wander shrieked in tandem. “For the love of tequila, if you don’t turn that camera back on I’ll kill off your ...