When you dipmy body singsback archesmaking my legs fall openlike butterfly wings When you dipmy body soarsand the soft moansescaping my throatis my call for more When you diptaking a sipI bite my lipso I can controlthe swaying of my hips When you dipeverything gets quietexcept for the soundof my heartbeat in my ear And ...

“I love you,” you said.   I became short of breath.“What do you love?”I asked.    “I love you,”you said, smiling.   “What parts of me don’t you love?” I asked sheepishly.   “I love you,” you kept saying, passing your hand through my unkempt hair.   “You don’t love my unkempt hair,”I protested.   “I love ...

Check out more of this story on my author’s page. It had been exactly nine days, seven hours, and forty-two minutes since Ivy realized Milo was quite possibly perfect for her. And for every single one of those days, hours, and minutes, she tortured herself about what to do while avoiding Milo at all costs. ...

Check out more of this story on my author’s page Ivy stood on the stage and belted out the song. As she drew out the last word of the first chorus, exactly like Gwen did, she glanced around the room. Her eyes latched onto Milo. Again… damn it! She needed to stop doing that. He ...

Check out more of this story on my author’s page Well, what the actual fuck was that all about? Ivy watched as Milo stormed from her bedroom. Maybe not stormed, as much as, walked sadly away. He didn’t slam the door. Milo was polite even when he was mad at her and, for some reason, ...

Check out more of this story on my author’s page Milo’s entire left arm was asleep. It was nothing but dead weight from his shoulder to his fingertips. Ivy snored softly against him. She hadn’t wanted to be alone last night; she insisted he come in and watch a movie with her. They must have ...

Read more parts to this story on my author’s page. His phone buzzed again. Milo fumbled in the dark, slapping a hand on his nightstand in a vain attempt to stop the buzzing. What the hell time was it? He turned his phone over and squinted at the bright screen. It was two o’clock in ...

Check out more parts to this story on my author’s page “Have you talked to Anna?” His question was met with an icy stare.  “No, I have not.” They were folding napkins before the retirement party that evening, and so far, they had managed to complete one table. Well, he was folding napkins… Ivy was ...

Check out more parts of this story on my author’s page “Hey, there you are!” Ivy greeted him from her perch on the counter. A dinner plate overflowing with party leftovers balanced precariously on her lap. “You know Vito will fire your ass if he sees you sitting on the counter.” “Milo, you’re so grouchy ...

Check out more of this story on my author’s page Vito agreed to let them use the event space to audition new singers. On the Thursday afternoon following the big fight, instead of enjoying his time off, Milo found himself sitting on the worn couch someone had dragged from the break room and set up ...