The Lies

Last one, hopefully. *fingers crossed* Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy! :)   I pushed off the wall, and was about to head for the stairs where her door suddenly opened, and she peeked out. “Hey…” she said, in a tone that just seemed… off. “I am… so sorry. I got back from seeing Zion off, and I just…” she shook her head as her words trailed off, and I stepped up to the door, putting myself right in front of her. The usual light was missing from her eyes this morning, and they were glossy and red. I frowned.  “You got back from seeing Zion off,...

Subject to change. Coming this Spring. Enjoy :)   “Where’s the good in your bestie sleeping with the owner’s son if I can’t drink as much as I want to?” I asked, rolling my eyes as the other bartender wouldn’t even look my way, for fear of stepping on Rob’s toes after he’d informed me I had enough to drink. Laughing, Rob continued with the complicated ass steps of whatever drink he was making. “The good in it is that your bestie’s boyfriend can make sure you stay upright on that stool.” “Upright is overrated,” I shot back, and Rob paused what he was...

“So, since when are shirtless selfies not thirst traps, Mr. Everett?” I asked, tossing the card onto the counter to pick up the wine bottle instead. His gaze followed me to the drawer that held my corkscrew. “That’s just how I work sometimes. The shop can get hot when I have art drying. I don’t want any moving air to mess up the paint.” He took a seat at the counter, watching as I peeled off the foil from the top of the bottle, then set the corkscrew. “You’re about to open that now, when it hasn’t been chilled?” I shrugged, then...