You know you want to come out with us,” Tiffany goads me as we all pack up our instruments. It’s late on a Friday afternoon and we just finished with rehearsal. There’s a garden party we’re playing for this Sunday and we wanted to perform some new selections. We’ve been sight reading and tweaking...
my mother cries as she enters the room. Kenzie and I are at the sink, washing the dishes from dinner, and arguing—which is all we seem to do these days. It’s not my fault, as she’s always the one to start it. “Kenzie, go to your room.”“What?” she gasps. “Why do I have to go? He’s the one who—”Mom...
Regardless of the reason why, I don’t leave campus until six-thirty before I head to the gym. I’ll admit, every time I walk into the building, I wonder if I’ll see Keith. This is where I met him, after all. I’m not sure what I’d do, given the chance to confront the bastard who tried to date rape ...
I fucking love the sound of that laugh. The client speaks, but I don’t listen to what he is saying. He’s not talking to me anyway. His attention is completely wrapped up in the frustratingly perfect creature who sits between us. The details of our contract were discussed before lunch was served, ...