To Sir, with Love

by Lauren Layne

Alas. He’s Prince Charming, all right. Just somebody else’s.

I spend a little too much time thinking about him.

On second thought, maybe I’ll cling to my online fantasy just a little bit longer. It looks a lot less painful than this.

“I make a pretty impressive Hamburger Helper, and my Chef Boyardee skills aren’t bad either. You?” “Delivery. I’m really, really good at ordering delivery,” he replies.

“So I’m guessing that’s a no on the new girl meeting your sisters?” “Yeeeaaah, I’m going to go ahead and not freak her out by having Lily ask her credit score and Gracie mailing her pictures of wedding cakes.” Lily looks at me. “Our sisterly qualities are so underappreciated.”

“You could try it my way,” I say with a grin. “A little more babble, a little less stoicism.”

She’s a yapper like me

Because I’m a selfish ass, and I wanted you to love both sides of me, as much as I love both sides of you.

Cinderella’s glass slipper? It’s got nothing on Sebastian Andrews’s kiss.