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
As soon as Anabelle stepped into the room, her eyes roamed around until they fell on Larry who was still in my mom's arms. She excitedly drops the bags on her hands to the floor and hurries over, making weird faces that adults make to babies. I never thought she'd be so cool with Larry after our las
" Isn't that Larry Kensington? " One of the women close by whispered to another standing beside her. They all looked at him in a way that gave me the hint instantly that he was some important person. An important person I didn't know a thing about. Typical me. One of the women from the other sec
And now, it's taking a huge toll on me. Maybe this still has something to do with all the drinks I'd consumed in my system a few days ago. I'm not a drinker and I would never let Laurene push me into doing that again. To think I even puked on some strange man without even remembering his face sti
. . . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington . . . . . . . I punched my passwords into my room's security intercom and the glass doors slid open, letting me in. I'd stopped by Larry's school to pick him up much earlier than usual. As soon as the doors slip open, Larry releases his grip around my fin







