Right Side of Paradise

by Shon

And that was our fault. We taught her to never go in her pockets if she was around a man. Why would that change just because it was us? If anything, she knew we had her covered three times over.

It was…heaven. Or some hedonistic, unholy equivalent.

Cooking wasn’t her ministry.

Same

I would spend his money, come on his dick and sleep in his bed as long as he wanted me to.

He was attractive. Nobody was denying that. The problem was he’d flirt with a damn door if the wind was right.

Hahehaheh a

“Rico, we’re going straight to hell with gasoline draws on.”

Whole family a hot fucking mess.

I kissed Rico Donovan while my girlfriend rode my best friend’s face beside us.

That was a fucking sentence. No pun intended. Lmao

There was no way we’d ever go back to being friends after this. It was either going to work out or ruin all of us. No in between.

His words stirred something primal in me and made me realize coming to the farmers market in workout clothes was the worst decision I’d made in a while.

All it took was some patience mixed with a little delusion, and I got what I craved three times over.

Fall in love with three people, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.