Something has died inside my mouth. I try and open it, but there’s a shitload of cotton in there too. And the fucking sun is blazing down on my face. No, wait. That’s the light on the nightstand, I think. This room faces west. And it’s morning, right? Sun’s in the east in the morning. I try and c...
No. It’s a mass conglomeration of men and girlfriends milling about the house, drinking too much, smoking too much, and talking way too loud. Ronnie and I are the only ones with no dates. Even her grandpa has a lady friend over. I think that’s cute. Ronnie’s father, Vern, has the barbecue fired u...
Her words have turned me up a thousand decibels. Rook watches me. "I want to, Ronin." Her eyes are still half-mast from coming hard, her taste still on my tongue. I swallow because this girl—this girl makes me feel more than good. It's like every touch, every look, every sound that comes from her...