sWitch

by Kat Blackthorne

We haven’t officially met, but I’ve already cyber fucked you.

Too bad I was locked into a double date with my situationship, my crush, and my brother.

Ah, so she was one of those bitches who could say nice words but make them sound terrible? Cool, I hated her already.

Remy didn’t realize that the more and more I got to know her, the more it seemed she fit into my broken parts.

We felt natural together, as opposite as we were. I was bubblegum and she was a storm cloud. But somehow, together…we were at ease, both outcasts in our own way— but together, we fit.

“Watch it, old man. Don’t you dare speak about Fauna like that. This fucking house burns like any other, and I will be the one lighting the match if you ever make her feel the slightest bit inferior again.”

You shine, Fauna. You deserve sparkles and pink and whatever the hell else you want in this life—and I want to make sure you have it.”

“Let me worry about that, princess. Let me worry about everything. In fact, I demand you give me each and every one of your fears and anxieties. They’re mine, just like you’re mine. Got it?”

“Can’t hide from me. Give me all of you,”