LOGINHours later, I am sprawled across the couch in Jen’s apartment, one arm stretched behind my head while the television plays a basketball game quietly in the background. I haven’t really been paying attention to the game that was on. My thoughts keep circling back to Jen, to Selena, and to the tense
I stay where I am long after Jen disappears through the airport doors. The cold evening wind cuts through my jacket, but I barely notice it. My eyes stay fixed on the entrance as though she might suddenly come back out and tell me this was all some misunderstanding. But she doesn’t. She is on her wa
Our lips collide once more as Greg starts to thrust deep inside me slowly. He takes his time with each thrust, making me feel every single inch of him. My fingers lightly graze up and down his back. His lips move from my mouth down to my neck, where I feel his teeth graze my skin, and it sends spark
“Bedroom now,” Greg orders me as he pulls me away from the door and starts leading me to my bedroom. Once we are in my room, Greg shuts the door behind us and pushes me up against the door. Pinning my arms above my head with one hand and spreading my legs a little further apart, whilst his mouth is
The drive back is quieter than usual, but it’s not uncomfortable. I keep my hands steady on the wheel, the soft hum of the engine filling the space between us as the late afternoon light stretches across the road ahead. Every so often, I glance sideways at Greg. He looked… lighter. Not just physical
His hands tighten on the handlebars. Too fast. Too much. Greg slams the brakes just before the jump, the bike skidding slightly beneath him as he brings it to a sharp stop. He swings off quickly, letting the bike fall safely away from him before it could tip back. His helmet comes off in one swift m
Taking into consideration what Sav said I do as she advised. Since landing in Chicago, it has been all about Greg, now it’s time I make time for myself. I don’t know when or if I will visit this city again, I want to see all the city landmarks, movie locations, and museums. Making a plan on where I
“I started to panic, the way Greg was looking so confused with the truth, the way Andrea was looking at me like I shouldn’t be there, and the way his parents had that sympathetic look on their faces. I can’t believe Greg thinks we are still together, and that probably hurt me the most. The way Greg
Walking into the room all heads turn to me. “Jen,” Greg says from his bed with a smile on his face from seeing me. “I’m so happy to see you sweet cheeks.” Did he just call me sweet cheeks? He’s not called me that in years, even just before we broke up. He stopped calling me sweet cheeks months befor
After getting off the phone with my parents they have decided to make the trip out here to Chicago to give not just us some support but to be there for Greg’s parents too. I’m relieved to hear they are coming out here and to hear that they are on the next commercial flight out too is a huge relief.







