Near Miss

by Haley Warren

to someone who literally had a fucking Timbit thrown at them from a moving car last week.

omg canada ❤️

I’m not sure how long we kiss for; I get a bit lost up in my head trying to make the whole thing count, imagining a world where I can tell her she’s the love of my life and that I don’t think I really care what happens on Sunday as long as I have her.

“You’re spending the rest of your life with that guy—pariah turned man who made kicking sexy.” Greer steps back, holding up her hand, inspecting it under the light like she’s looking at particularly interesting tissue on a slide up in the lab. She taps her bare ring finger, brow furrowing. “Am I?” “Say the word.” I shake my head, wrap an arm around her, and press my mouth to her temple. “Thing’s burning a fucking hole in my pocket.”