MasukBy 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
Not today though. Something is wrong and I know it for a fact. Madeline nudges me as someone takes their order and leaves the cue. We take two steps forward and stop and she turns to me. "Seriously, what's going on with you? You haven't been yourself lately." I cover my face with my palm and gro
Caroline I wake up as bright light illuminates my face from the half-opened window. I groan from the headache which overpowers me as I try to sit upright. Yep, I shouldn't have drunk at all last night. I roll out of the bed and look around the room all the while holding my head. It's very unfami
It isn’t as though we’re talking about the weather or about the stock market. Right now, we’re talking about his cousin and how I might be in the middle of this put together. I sigh. "I don't know what you mean," I said. Perhaps I can pretend to not know anything and hold out for as long as I
"I'm thinking about the weather, mostly," I whispered, turning. Then, pointing to the sky and the autumn leaves falling, I added, "I wish to always see these trees with you, Larry." He chuckles, says nothing for the longest time, but then his voice catches in his throat, and he sighs beside me. "I







