Roommaid

by Sariah Wilson

path. A girl could get used to a guy who made her feel like she could take over the world.

“You look nice,” he told me with a smile. You look like I want to bear your children.

“How does she look?” Like she always did? The same way she had when she’d been in my apartment earlier? “Like a shark wearing a human costume? Gorgeous but deadly? And she makes me feel inadequate in every way that a woman can possibly feel inadequate?” “Well, that’s not true. You’re not a mother yet and that’s going to be a whole new level of inadequacies.

I was a sucker for the sweet, cheery, comforting Hallmark romances

I was so going to spend my eternity being the devil’s permanent houseguest.

You can be rude to people who aren’t respecting your boundaries.”

Blind obedience didn’t equate to love.

I’d thought eventually I’d get accustomed to him, but so far it hadn’t happened.

“I don’t know what he’s here to fix, but mine just broke.”

As comebacks went, it wasn’t great. I was sure to come up with a better one at around one o’clock in the morning when I replayed this incident for the hundredth time in my head.