Interlude (Snow & Winter Collection 1.) 1 csillagozás

“Have you heard any strange sounds in our shared wall, up in the loft?”
“Like your headboard two nights ago?”
I felt my face immediately warm. “Er—”

Someone’s in the Wall

“You don’t sound so good,” Calvin answered.
“I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.”
Calvin was quiet for a moment before asking, “Poe?”
“Shakespeare—Hamlet,” I corrected. “Well, Laertes, to be specific. I think I have the flu. I’m fine, though.”

Dopamine: Take Only as Directed

“Are you looking for comfort or solutions, baby?”
“Comfort.”
“Then bitch away.”
“I would, but my dad is watching me.”

Credit Scores and Cohabitation

“You’re more stubborn than a mule, is what you are.” Pop moved to stand in front of me as I planted my feet on the hardwood floor.
“It’s a man-cold. I’m being properly dramatic about it.”
“Sebastian Andrew Snow.”
I winced. “Christ, Dad. Leave Andrew out of this.”

Dopamine: Take Only as Directed

“You know what I want?” he asked, dropping his voice low.
“It’s really not taking much imagination on my part.”

Credit Scores and Cohabitation

“If I wanted to see—” She struggled a beat before spitting out, like the words tasted bad, “—gay sex, I’d rent that on pay-per-view.”
“And if I wanted to see kids licking parking meters,” I said calmly, “I’d go to the zoo.”

The Ghost of Durango

“All childhood, you’re anxious to grow up,” I continued, opening the fridge again to grab a bottle for Calvin, “so you can do fun adult things, like drive or drink beer or fuck, and it turns out you spend all of your time following up with other disillusioned adults over crap like paperless electric bills.”

St. Louis What Now?