Not So Easy Novels & Stories

"It's not that hard. I promise..." ****

This man doesn't plan to make this easy for me. I’m so screwed.

Not love. Possibility.

Real trouble. The kind you don’t escape from twice.

Not free. Just waiting.

Two can play this game. It wouldn’t be easy to get rid of me easily.

This was not over. Not even close.

she adds. “For us,” I correct gently. She doesn’t argue this time instead, she leans into me just a little more and that… that feels bigger than anything else she could’ve said. “I’m not promising this is going to be easy,” she says after a moment. “I don’t want easy,” I reply. She huffs softly, but there’s warmth in it. “Good,” she says. “Because you are not getting easy.” I smile slightly, my thumb brushing lightly against her side.

In our line of work, things are rarely so simple. Trina looks at me, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. She takes a moment, then nods slowly, a flicker of understanding in her expression. Her lips curve into a thin, knowing line. “It’s too easy, right?” she confirms, her voice barely a whisper, the question hanging in the air between us, heavy with unspoken implications. We both know that in our world, "easy" usually means "trap." It doesn’t look like a job just Kraftman would handle.

Not now, not ever. ***