I was going down and hard. There are a few things in life that suck really badly. Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is one of them.
The sizzle I felt being near him was so intense, but I couldn’t figure out if they were fireworks or warning flares.
For all that my co-workers put such stock in not being a transfer, we had a definite edge in one area. As a human, you were born knowing that you were going to die.
We weren’t a couple, but friends didn’t spoon every night. Fate and I were officially in relationship-no-man’s-land.
Anyone who thought death warmed over didn’t look good, had never seen this guy.
You are familiar with World War 2?””Of course I am. I’m dead, not stupid.
I stepped out and the sun was shining. And the birds were chirping. It was the nicest day we’d had in ages. A couple of bunnies scampering about. It could have been the start of a Disney flick.
People say karma’s a bitch. Personally, I really don’t think I’m that bad.
He didn’t get it. That’s exactly why I needed my Maker’s Mark. You can’t throw my life into turmoil, and then screw me out of my bourbon too.
No, I might not know what’s coming, but I know where you’re going.
I wonder if he ever smelt bad. Maybe if he got all sweaty. No, that wasn’t a good thing to think about either. I’d seen him all sweaty as he’d covered my body with his. There was good sex, and then, there was that night.