“Of course he can. He’d be crazy to think you’re anything else.”“Do I detect sarcasm there?”“Probably.”He leaned over the sofa and kissed me. “Your sarcasm sucks.”“No, I suck,” I muttered, nipping his bottom lip.“Good thing, too. We have an hour or so in a plane tomorrow. Since you denied me the last time we flew together, you can put your sucking to good use, can’t you?”“A challenge?”“A demand.”“Far be it from me to deny you your demands.”I followed Ivan onto the plane with a swirling in my stomach. I licked my lips several times, as if I can shift my focus from it. It didn’t work. I got the feeling that the half slice of toast I had that morning before we left wasn’t sitting well and will soon be ma

I raised my eyebrow. “Yes, because there’s a book for that shit. Didn’t you know? I saw a Barnes and Noble down the road—why don’t you ask them if they have a copy?”Another fry came my way. This time, I grabbed it from the sand and threw it back. He caught it in his mouth before he realized that it was covered in sand. He spluttered, putting his box of fish and chips down. I laughed at the way he scraped his tongue with his fingers.He launched himself at me and I rolled away.“Brenda! You bitch!”“Living up to my pet name!” I giggled, kicking my legs when he jumped on top of me and grabbed my wrists.He pinned them above my head and dropped his face. His eyes searched mine. His lips, quirked to the side, showing his dimple. I yearned to reach up and dipped my finger in that soft dent in his cheek, to feel the sm

I turned before I looked again.Innocent.I knew that.But my addiction didn’t.This was why we were not good. This was why I should have fought it from day one. Why I should have punched him in the dick instead of fucking it.He was my kryptonite and my trigger.He was my good and my bad.But this couldn’t be about him anymore. It couldn’t even be about me. It had to be about our baby. And having parents who are so hopelessly fucked up wasn’t going to be good for them.It won’t be good for us.I slammed the hotel room door behind me and called the hotel we were staying in for Day’s bachelorette party. By some crazy stroke of luck, they had a room spare. Not the one we were staying in, but a room is a room.I shoved all my things into my case and placed it on the bed.Is running worth it? But am

So it helps. Sue me. A girl can pretend.My phone vibrated on the nightstand, cutting off whatever Day was about to say, and I reached for it. Ivan’s name flashed on the screen, stopping my heart.'I’ll look after you ‘til Hell freezes over. You’re mine.' Ivan said over the phone ******** ********* ********* ******** *****I was beginning to get very acquainted with the inside of toilets.I wondered how long it’ll take for it to get old. I mean, how many times can one person vomit before they get sick of it? No pun intended, of course…I spent an hour in the bathroom vomiting up a big, fat fucking nothing. That’s right. My throat burnt and my mouth tasted like sterility for no reason whatsoever.Thank you, baby Ivan. I appreciate it.I sat on the floor and leaned against the bath while I waited f

All of it. For him. For me. For the baby.Without a second thought. Because we were more than addiction. It was hard to remember sometimes; we were stronger than the ties that bounded us in the beginning.We are not addiction. We are love in its strongest, purest form, no matter how wrinkly or rough it is. We are indestructible, and I truly believe that, one day, we’ll be able to weather any storm.Right now, we’re the eye of the storm. We’re the tornado touching down on the ground, and our relationship was in a whirlwind, destructive spin above us. If we try hard enough, we can slow the spin and the devastation.If we try hard enough, we can erase the storm and pave the way for the mess to be fixed.My bed dipped as I rolled over, yawning. I snuggled back into the covers and reached for the quilt. It felt like something hard, something warm, though. And