The Great Wall of Megan The night had settled into that perfect kind of quiet, the kind where it felt like the world had taken a collective breath. The wine was long gone, the pizza box sat empty and forgotten between us, and the weed had turned us both into a mess of giggles and…
Forty & Fucked I wasn’t even sure why I said yes. Maybe it was the way he kept texting me, little jokes and questions that made me laugh harder than I had in months. Or the fact that, no matter how many times I brushed him off, he always came back with something so genuine,…
Your New Religion I managed to unclench my fingers from his belt buckle, heat rising to my cheeks. Before I could stammer out some kind of apology, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make it feel like we were the only two people in the room. “Damn,” he said, his gaze…
