The Hating Game

by Sally Thorne

Usually, he likes kissing soft. Tonight, I like kissing hard.

I want to OD on him.

I go into the bathroom to hide.

I’m just a little lonely book in between two brooding bookends.

“I’ve got so much inside me I have no idea about. I’m like the mayor of a city I’ve never seen.”

the way he looks at me makes my tiny knees weak.

The Staring Game is the absolute best when Josh is hitting my lifelong nonexistent G-spot. The one that exists now.

Best sex of my entire life. Best backside I have ever seen. “Is that a fact?” he says from the other room. Seems I said it aloud.

What a way to start the day. Showering with my colleague and nemesis.

He makes words like intimacy seem inadequate.

The most delicious strawberry shortcake. I’m the taste he’ll never get out of his mouth.

It’s a strange thing, watching each other come apart. I have a feeling I could get used to this.

Brute, raw masculinity contrasted with gentleness is the most attractive thing on earth. Josh is the most attractive thing on earth.

“Look at those croissants, plain and chocolate. Quick, there’s not many left.”

I’ve never known anyone like him; as addictive to talk to as he is to kiss.

“I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend.”