When Gracie Met The Grump

by Mariana Zapata

Loneliness was a hemorrhoid you couldn’t see but could always feel was there.

All I’d ever wanted was to be loved, to have someone know me for me.

Hope had lost its wings and needed some crutches now.

His next words sealed the deal. “I want to make sure we’re on the same page.” I wasn’t even sure we were in the same fucking book, much less the same page.

If I’d learned anything in all the romance books I’d ever read, it was that you wanted someone to pick you. But I could pick myself, and that’s what I was going to do.