I stare at him, memorizing every minute detail—every line, every curve, every eyelash. There’s nothing extraordinarily special about this moment, nothing significant and earth-shattering, yet I know instinctually that I’ll remember it and how Max makes me feel for the rest of my life. ...
–Rabindranath Tagore “Why do they hate us?” Kendall groans, crawling on the couch beside me. “What is that?” My voice is barely audible from where I’ve buried my head beneath the covers. “Max and Landon,” Kendall whines, burying her face so her ch...
Feeling slightly disoriented, I head down stairs. The others are all in the living room, watching a movie, because it’s already noon. A few hours later, I stand from the couch and press pause, freezing the football game that Landon, Jameson, and I have segued to, and Ken...
I’ve warmed up nearly every inch while binge-watching a show that was taking up most of my DVR space. After hanging up with Kash, my stomach was no longer interested in scavenging for more of the snack foods I had deprived it of. It, and every other part of my body, seemed to go on standby as I n...
HAVE you seen Mercedes? I can’t find her anywhere.” Last night, King drove me home, where he hopped into the backseat, his hand encircling the feather bangle and pulling me back with him. The bench seat in the back made it much easier than the bucket seats up front to test the theory of making ou...