The End Zone

by L.J. Shen

this is how beautiful love stories begin.

On the eighth night, the girl gave the boy her heart.

He took it silently, never offering his back.

covered bed. Because. My. Best. Friend. Is. A. Whore!

pounding loud enough to hear from across the room. “You’re in my blood, in my veins, in my fucking soul. You’re in my heart and in my fingertips and on my fucking lips like a prayer. You’re fucking everywhere, Jolie Louis. Always will be.”