Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
Noorivaoh my god they were roommatesand they were roommatestasting my hockey roommate10 minutes later me and the bestie
My day job at the university library paid the bills, but it was these rare books that kept me alive.
I set the package on my wide oak worktable in the living room, the one cluttered with notebooks, highlighters, and half-translated scrolls. The rain pattered steadily against the tall windows of my small but cozy apartment. I should have opened it immediately. Instead, I made myself a cup of chamomile tea, changed into soft black lounge shorts and an oversized sweater, and told myself I’d dive in after lunch.
I never made it that far.