Wait for It

by Mariana Zapata

I’d obviously been watching too much guy-on-guy porn lately for that to be the first kind of body I associated him with.

Only in my family did adults come to a children’s party expecting beer.

Real love was gritty. The real kind of love never quit. Someone who loved you would do what’s best for you; they’d stand up for you and sacrifice. Someone who loved you would face any inconvenience willingly. You didn’t know what love was until someone was willing to give up what they loved the most for you.

Reading glasses? More like sexy glasses. God help me. I forced myself to look forward as I let out a breath through my mouth.

“I always thought you looked like mine, but you sure do fucking feel like you’re mine, too,”