“My girls really do like you,” he’s saying as he finishes looking through the pictures. “Oh?” I ask, feeling like a complete utter idiot as I try to find words to say to him. God, have I never spoken to another human being before? I’m starting to wonder just how bad my mood swings wi
My arms are positively full of groceries. I’m doing my best not to walk into any walls or drop anything as I go. But I’m trying to do this in one trip. I look around my pile so I can see where I am in relation to the front door, but that’s the one mistake I shouldn’t have made because severa
“Yeah, but I understand that adults need time to themselves, and that you work harder than anyone I know. If there was a reason for you to need a night off or you have an emergency, it’s good to know someone’s there, right?” Derek seems to think on this, tapping at his chin as he does. He ru
“So,” Derek asks as he moves out of my way in the frenzy to get the right ingredients. “Are you going to tell me why you actually asked me to have dinner with you?” I let my eyes lock with his and ask myself if I should be completely honest. I do enjoy the company whenever possible. But in t
A raised eyebrow from my boss. “Oh?” “Things were just happening around me. Now, however, I’m the one who’s making things happen, and that alone is important to me.” Derek puts down his beer bottle, crossing his arms over his large, muscular chest. God, what would it feel like to tou
“How have you lived here with your shit all over the place?” Lily groans as she rifles through a box left on the ground. “I don’t know where anything is!” “I’ve been figuring it out,” I say as I walk into my bathroom to Annie. “Girl, you need to clean this place up. What are you wait
We walk into a different bar than we tend to frequent. This one’s called Joe’s Bar, which supposedly specializes in margaritas. We walk in and see lights hung up everywhere and music blasting. “This is so much!” I shout, barely hearing my own voice over the music and voices. The room is just
I hold out a hand, beckoning to the empty seats. “If you want to chat, you can stay a little bit. My friends won’t mind.” In truth, the second they see the ginger sit down, they start celebrating together, while I roll my eyes. “I’m Archer,” he introduces, holding out a hand to me.