“‘José is just a friend,’ I murmur.”
You’re an awful ex, you’re supposed to try to win the breakup.
Get all caught up here
“‘José is just a friend,’ I murmur.”
You’re an awful ex, you’re supposed to try to win the breakup.
“‘I don’t want you falling and breaking your neck.’”
So that’s just me then?
“Abruptly the doors open, breaking the spell…”

“Desire pools dark and deadly in my groin.”

“I apply some mascara and eyeliner and pinch my cheeks, hoping to bring some color their way.”
Yes, you want to look your healthiest for when the SS guards give you the onceover.
“Jeez, I wish I knew how to use makeup.”
I’m sure everyone arounds you feels similarly.
“Drinks with the boss, is that a good idea?”
Do you want to make more money at half the dignity?
“‘Maybe tomorrow you’d like to come for a drink after work.’”
Wow, your boss is hitting on you in the first week?
It took my old boss four months to get around to that.
“His birth mom, the crack whore?”
Ah, yes, it all comes back now.
“…the masochist in me wants to see Christian.”
Oh, good, he’ll be pleased to hear that.