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Happy hour had just started, but I couldn’t wait to go home and curl up with the two real loves of my life. Netflix and Ben & Jerry’s never let me down.
“You can let go now.” I willed my breaths to come out steady despite the suffocating heat. “Before your touch gives me hives.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve exceeded my daily tolerance for your presence.”
“Hmm. Jules is very pretty.” “Most flesh-eating succubi are. It’s how they rope you in.”
“Please tell me she’s single.” I masked my irritation with a tight smile. “You know what a succubus is?”
when life gives you lemons, make lemonade and hang out with someone whose life gave them vodka.
“Sarcasm isn’t the same as an insult. I’m sarcastic with my friends all the time. It’s how I show my love.”
But that was the thing about guilt. It didn’t give a damn about facts or reason. It sprouted from the tiniest seeds of doubt, slipped through the cracks of your psyche, and by the time you realized what the ugly darkness oozing through your veins was, it’d already burrowed itself so deep you couldn’t dig it out without losing a part of yourself.
Bed. Singular. As in, there was only one. And I had to share it with Jules Ambrose. Kill me now.
I thought I’d escaped my past, but at the end of the day, our demons always caught up with us.
Josh’s body could serve as the mold for a Greek god statue.
While I appreciated a skimpy outfit as much as the next guy, I kinda liked this version of her. It was more authentic. More human.
An exclusive friends-but-not-friends-with-benefits situation
“For someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure scream a lot for me.”
I think I just unlocked a new kink, because I suddenly couldn’t imagine anything sexier than watching a man cook bare-chested.
“You’re not even that great a catch. A trout, at most. Maybe a largemouth bass, emphasis on the largemouth.”
I firmly believed people didn’t need a significant other to be happy. If someone wanted to be in a relationship, great. If they didn’t, also great. The same went for children, marriage, etc. There were no universal barometers for happiness. A person’s life could be just as fulfilling without a romantic partner as it was with one.
Grief wasn’t one emotion; it was a hundred emotions wrapped in a dark shroud.
I was a ball of nothing except emotion, held together by a roaring heartbeat and a string of butterflies.
