It was the middle of the night, his phone was ringing, and there was a cat on his head.
There was a cat on his head, and she wasn’t going to budge.
“Get off, you sodding feline,” he grumbled, pushing her off the pillow.
Like she could close her eyes and pretend that she mattered to him, just a little bit. Moments like that gave her hope and she clung to it.
The girl’s hands gripped the edge of the bar, and her knuckles turned white.
“Yes,” she agreed. “A blessing.”
Topic: “Black” or “White”
The sky was a riot of color and Rina turned her face into the wind, savoring it all.
“That I thought you loved me?” His lip curled into a sneer. “Nobody could love me.”
“We just break in different ways.”
“And with that, he completely defused an awkward situation.” Talan noted.
“He’s lucky,” Lunan corrected, quirking a brow. “And she’s easily swayed.”
“The next time you pull my hair,” he promised through gritted teeth, “It’ll be because you’re under me and glad to be there.”
1 Line Wednesday
“So…what? I’m supposed to be thankful you and your kind haven’t killed me yet? Is that it? ‘Cause I’m not feelin’ the love.”