Abby As I watch Karl leave, the door clicking softly shut behind him, I’m left reeling from his proposition. It’s insane; the very thought of the two of us entering into this ridiculous deal should never even cross my mind. And yet, why is it… tempting? With a huff, I turn around and throw m
Abby “May I have this dance?” Karl’s hand is extended to me, his tall form looking down at me. Others around us are staring, even though I know they’re trying not to make it obvious. For a moment, I almost consider turning on my heel and running again, but I know I can’t. “I’m still furious wi
Abby It was a warm spring day, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, casting a soft, pink hue over the entire park. Karl and I had been dating for three months now, and our wedding was fast approaching. Our marriage was arranged, and we were fated mates, but neither of us had uttered thos
Abby The masquerade continues around me as I slip away from Karl to catch my breath. Normally, I would enjoy the music, the food, the laughter, and the drinks. But right now, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Everything is reminding me of the arrangement I’ve gotten myself involved in, and it doesn
Abby I’m still standing in the hallway, breathless and reeling from what I just heard. I feel as though I somehow managed to be in just the wrong place at the wrong time, and I nearly paid the price for it. Or perhaps it was the right place at the right time, because now I’m standing here with p
Abby Surprisingly, despite the turmoil of the evening, I find myself falling asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow. However, it’s short-lived. Or at least, that’s how it feels; it hardly feels as though I’ve been asleep for more than five minutes when I’m suddenly awoken by the sound
Abby The crisp morning air stings my cheeks as Karl and I look at each other. I hate the fact that the sight of his muscular body, glistening in the morning sun, makes my face feel hot; but at least I can blame it on the cold. “Um… Sure,” I finally say, agreeing to run with him. I don’t really w
Abby Karl and I are in the kitchen after our run, making breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee fills the air, and after that run, I can’t deny the fact that I’m starving. I glance over at Karl, who is engrossed in flipping pancakes on the stove. At least he’s wearing a shirt by