LOGINBy having him so close to me again, I feel like I can become someone good enough for both of us. "Just be careful around him," Madeline says. "I know you…Tiffany. Please be careful." "I shouldn't fall in love with him?" I tease because we both know that I am hopelessly in love with Larry who is
I square my shoulders and look at her dead in the eyes. “I don’t care about anything else, Sweets. I want you to be someone I can be myself with. I want to protect you, love you, and ache for you. I want to be the man that you seek for. Please let me be that for you…for us.” Is This Real?
Larry I pass her the chocolates and she opens it and takes one out. She bites from it and closes her eyes to savor the sweet taste. “Do you like it?” I ask. She nods. “You have good taste. Try it with me, Larry.” We sit together on the couch in the living room and I take one of the chocolat
I actually atop breathing and a shiver runs down my spine when I hear this because, somehow, I know it might be the truth and me clinging onto old memories and what ifs and maybes are because I can’t get over leaving again. “Hard truth, Tiffany?” Laurene asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer. “
I raise my cup and lean forward. We are sitting in a circle so it makes it easy for me to look from either of the friends here with me. “What should we toast to?” Laurene licks her lips and raises her glass too. “To us being the most creative friends on the East Coast.” “To our reunion!” Brynn s
Tiffany I go to visit Laurene at her place to tell her about what has been happening. "I don't support you leaving Adrian for whatever you are doing!" She says to me. "Is that why you gave him my number and where to find me?" I ask. I'm still angry that she did but when I ask this, I am not r
"He said that?" "He's a jerk, that's what he is. I can't believe I fell in love with someone like him." "It was about his son, come on! You know he would react that way to his son." "I know he loves his son," I calmly state. "But I was with him. I showed him that I loved his son too. How could
Larry "Daddy?" I finish tucking him into bed and straighten. My son looks at me from the bed and my heart softens. He's so small and fragile and I am so big and anxious but I love him so much that I only want to see him happy. I lower myself to the bed and pat his hair down. I'd gone to his par
I nod and sniff and clean my eyes with the back of my hand. "He sent me a message." "What message?" I show her the message and she goes over to my phone to read it. After she is done, she keeps the phone back down and shakes her head at me. I sit upright and Amila pulls me into an embrace.
Tiffany I feel like I am half dead. My morning routines usually begin with a run and then a cup of coffee but this morning I can barely get up from bed. I'd only had one glass of whisky from the bar before the fight broke out but it feels like I had an entire bottle with the pounding in my head.







