The knuckles on my right hand ached as I gripped the steering wheel. The skin wasn’t broken, and they hadn’t started bleeding after making contact with the side of Christopher’s face, but wrapped around the wheel, I could feel the pressure of a new bruise forming. It had been worth it, though…had...
After spending nearly the whole day chasing his ghost around town, it was time to stop chasing my tail and go back to something a more accurate. Something I knew. I scarfed down my cup of ramen noodles as the computer powered up. I set the cup down and flexed my fingers in anticipation of the hun...
The rain started dumping on me less than three hours into my ride. I pushed through, thankful it was daylight and the rain didn’t have such a bone chilling effect on me, as I plowed over miles and miles of highway. The rain slowed my pace and squeezed out every drop of energy I had left in my bod...
The pit in my stomach that had formed on Monday telling Jace we couldn’t be together had only grown and grown, and was now filling up with guilt at the shitty way I’d been treating Jace all week. The way he’d looked, out there all alone, wandering aimlessly down the street without so much as a ja...
He walked into the room, shoulders squared, and his face masked, unreadable. “Mr. Brighton. Please have a seat,” Rita said, rising from her seat to greet him. He sat down in the chair next to mine but didn’t turn to look my way or make any move to acknowledge my presence. Rita sat back down again...