Tangled in Tinsel (The More the Merrier, #1)

by Trilina Pucci

Three glasses are my red flag area, A.K.A. the part of the night when bad ideas start to resemble my best life.

If he were a vampire, this would be the moment that I’d be like Bella and break my neck to expose my throat. Fucking bite me for real.

“Never sit and drink because you’ll fall down when you stand.”

It’s like one of those tests you have to pass to become a saint. I’m failing, without a doubt. Another day here, and I’m going straight to hell.

Netflix dares to ask if I’m still watching the show I’ve been binging. Yes, I am, Netflix. It’s okay to have free time like four days a week. And on Saturdays. Shut up.

Maybe one day I’ll look back on this and be so detached that I’ll forget I was ever this uncool. Or…and this feels truer…I will cringe over this randomly for the rest of my life.

call me Oliver Twist because please sir, can I have some more.

We’ve faced down side-eyes, angry fathers—mine—and curious questions. But at the end of the day, when the lights go out, it’s always us. And that’s all that matters.