My Boyfriends Are All Monsters

by Kimberly Lemming

I squeezed my boob for comfort.

“Is this body big enough for you?” “It’s still a little cramped. But it’s manageable. Unless you have another desire I could take the shape of?” She laughed against my chest, and it tasted better than blood ever could. “Let me snag the Kindle from my bag. I’m sure I could pick out a few more.”

Let the record show that when Lucy Sawyer was presented with a gift from a literal god, I did not squander it.

I cradled his face and kissed him. “Honestly, you had me at free real estate.”