Merry Inkmas

by Talia Hibbert

“Boring guys finish last,” she corrected, pushing the completed forms back to him. “Nice guys finish anywhere they want. Especially when they look like you.”

“I’m not some kind of princess,” she whispered. “You don’t have to treat me like one.” “Yes you are,” he whispered back, “and yes I do.” “Fine. But princesses like no-strings sex just as much as the next girl.”

“You are divine. You’re like sunlight through stained glass.

You can’t stop love. All you can do is take it or reject it.”