I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink and wanted to preserve this night forever, playing over every word, every kiss, so the memory was solidified in my mind. Leah started to stir; her tiny voice chattered through the baby monitor, and I slipped out of Drake’s sleepy arms to ...
Maybe I’d imagined it. It must’ve been the coffee shop next door… but no, they wouldn’t open till morning. Creeping towards Max’s office door, I strained to listen. I almost cried when I heard heavy footsteps climbing the stairs, accompanied by muffled conversation. ...
Why did he have to leave? Yet I knew it was probably for the best. I’d made my decision last night and I was going to stick to it. I was already riddled with doubt and worries, and I’d just woken up minutes ago... What we had done was undoubtedly wr...
It’s going to bleed, and I will be pissed that you messed up my handiwork.” I ignored Sophia’s rants as I slowly and methodically rotated my injured shoulder, gritting through the pain. My conversation with Hazel had pissed me off, but it also shed some light on the strugg...
I’d just have to settle for the next best thing, I thought. I pulled back the sheets to reveal my naked body and hopped out of bed; my cock bounced as I moved, and I gave it a gentle tug, urging patience. I wished Aimee had stayed. With a new plan in mind, I grabbed the nearest towel from the clo...
After the confrontation with my mom, there is no way I can’t stay and risk bumping into her again. I can only imagine the awkward, stilted conversations. Knowing her, she’d act as if nothing had ever happened, and that would be worse.I sit on the cool floor for a few minutes, encouraging my heart...
At least all my belongings, that I was forced to pack up from the old house, were here waiting for me; I’d put my own stamp on the room in no time.I walked to a French antique wardrobe and opened it up. All my clothes were hung up neatly. As I thumbed through the outfits, trying to pick out a dre...
I’d cried myself to sleep and had slept curled up like a ball on the couch.I blinked the crusty sleep from my eyes and wiped my face with my hands, trying to wake up; I could feel the streaks of dried tears on my cheeks.“Keep your knickers on!” I yelled, as fists continued to beat against my door...
Fucking grin and bear it. My wife was giving me the cold shoulder, and Mila was shooting daggers at me with her eyes from across the table. I felt like I was caught in crossfire, out in the open, snipers shooting at me from every possible escape route. &n...