Five Years Later Every year, on the anniversary of our impromptu wedding, me and Lia renew our vows. It’s always the biggest party of the year—and it’s happening tonight. If you told me a decade ago that I’d be the kind of man who looks forward to parties, I wouldn’t have believed you. But I have t
God help me. I’m never going to find out. “You’re here,” Lia squeals, tossing her clipboard onto the closest table and bounding over, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing up on her toes. Opening her mouth beneath mine and exploring me with her tongue, as usual not giving a flying fuck abou
No matter what age Lia is, I would have fallen in love with her. She’s my soul mate—end of story. But I would be lying if I said there weren’t certain perks that come with being married to a girl fresh out of college. For instance, her generation has a thing called twerking. And she does it for me
Gage Weston has a stellar reputation that extends from the classroom to the football pitch. West Dale High's football god, a knight-in-shining armour to the girls, and everyone's personal favourite. But this all fades away in senior year. Family issues and scrapes with the law waters down everything
My scowl doesn’t stop her from twisting hair around her finger and giggling. “I can’t believe it. Mr. Gage Weston himself in my dorm room.” “Yeah, Stella,” I grit, bitterly, wishing I had a fifth of whiskey in my hand. “Lucky you.” “Oh, I’m not Stella,” she laughs, as if it was a wild assumption.
“It’s okay,” I say, gently as possible. Her chest starts to rise and fall quickly. “Should I not have made her leave? Are you scared to be alone with me?” When she only continues to watch me like a timid rabbit, I have no idea what comes over me. I have no idea, but I kneel. I kneel down and slowl
How am I supposed to concentrate on the development of human civilization in Ancient Greece when this man is looming in front of me? Why won’t he sit down? He started to take a place beside me on the thin mattress, but made a sound and started pacing with clenched fists. Yes, I really should have G
A line moves in his cheek and for a moment, he looks almost amused. But only for a moment. Then he’s deadly serious. “I’m going to need a lot of tutoring, Stella. Day and night. For years. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” “No,” I whisper, honestly. This happens a lot. I was raised in a qu