IOU

by Kristy Marie

Contrary to what you might hear, I’m not crazy. I swear it. “Are you out of your goddamned mind?” It’s a rhetorical question.

“Why are you covering yourself, Tucker? Your dick has to be more useful than fucking my roommate. Pee on the fire, why don’t you? Do at least one redeeming thing tonight.”

Everything can be bought. Even the most moral soul can be sold for a price. Life is a contract. Friendships. Marriages. Employment. It’s all there in black and white. Once time has been served, or the contract hasn’t been fulfilled to their standards, it’s over.

Women should never lose sight of their hopes and dreams. They should be individuals that are amplified by their mates

We are who we are. Ugliness and all.

“Look closely. Do you see two shits or a fuck anywhere in my eyes?”

“Some people are meant to burn, and others are meant to rise from their ashes.”

My mama always said you know you love a man when you don’t want to poison his food.

“I won’t let anyone come between us,” he murmurs, moving the hair off my neck and placing a soft kiss against my heated skin. “It’s not about staking a claim, but about protecting a future.”

“I love you, okay? Is that what you want to goddamn hear? I’ve been in love with you since you called me out on the beer.”

“We have a deal, Ms. Lexington. A soul for a soul.”