Joel unbuttoned his suit jacket and slipped it off from his arms, then perched it at the lean of his swivel chair. "Take a seat, son." He commanded as he loosened his necktie, then walked back to the window after picking up his drink on top of the desk.As expected, Jesse didn't heed to his father's bidding. "I need to talk to you." He hissed, getting straight to the point. He didn't want to waste time with all the bullshit. He's don

 The sun shone brilliantly and the virescent shades of the spring day under its glare was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if the weather and the season conspired to show how the world would go on, move on, continue to live life as it is. It shouldn't. Everything should be gray and foggy, he thought. Like a cold and freezing February morning, like an eternal winter, 

 Did you know that my story "K." was wholly inspired by this song (with the same title) from an amazing band named Cigarettes After Sex?! Yeeeeees! Their song "K." really moved me to write this whole story - Jesse and K's story!I never thought my imagin

 "What's that on your face?" K asked Jesse as he typed nimbly on his laptop's keyboard, with his eyeglasses on and sitting on top on his bed. She lit the Chesapeake Bay Reflection + Clarity candle by the nightstand table, and Jesse's whole apartment started to smell like K's bedroom up in Williamsburg. He loved that scent. The combination of eucalyptus, lavender, and sea salt with hints of sage provided a perfect sense of calm. It smelled sexy, too - especially when combined with K's light perfume sprays and hand cream be