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  “Holy shiz-nit, Trix! Are you really telling me you…” you’re not even sure you can say it out loud. You can’t bring yourself to say that she fucked him. For crying out loud, you can’t even picture both of them together! It just seems way too strange.   Jordan is Drake’s long-time best friend, for goodness sake, and is pretty much an older brother to Trixie by default.   You guess she doesn’t see it that way, at least not anymore, and from what she’s telling you, apparently neither… Read More

  You’re pacing around your apartment like a madwoman, tossing around piles of papers and clothes and everything else that’s in your way.   Your keys. Oh God, where the hell are your keys?   Your movements are getting more and more frantic with each passing second that you can’t find them.   You don’t understand. You just had them.   Where the fuck did they disappear to?   Ugh! Of all the fucking times for something like this to happen!   You run your hand through messy hair, disheveling… Read More

  Even though your legs currently feel like they have the fortitude of straws, they somehow manage to carry you off into your bedroom. You absently kick your boots off your feet as you put your hair up into a ‘pineapple’; a practice that your night-time routine has dictated for the last decade or so of your life.   You change into your pajamas with far more effort than you think a person should require to change clothes. Twenty minutes later, you’re lying in your bed with freshly brushed teeth,… Read More

  You flip the light switch on and you’re immediately greeted by the sight of your living room; a small, confined space full of utter chaos.   There are books and old newspapers scattered everywhere, littered all over the floor and the counter and the sofa, and there’s an ever-growing pile of plastic bottles in the kitchen corner that you should have taken out to recycling over a month ago. It’s messy as hell, to say the least, and a perfect reflection of your current state of mind.   You… Read More

  When you finally meet her eyes again, she has this knowing smirk on her face.   “What? You didn’t really think I’d be able to get by just working at the ‘Great Ole’ Mushroom’, did you?” she raises her hands and gestures to the space around her to emphasize her sarcasm. “The only reason I’m still even here is ’cause I need an alibi to keep my boyfriend from being nosey, and Larry is pretty good at covering for me. I’ll be over and done with this crapper soon… Read More

  Your heart is still racing as you head to your car.   You’re shaky all over, your hand visibly trembling as you reach for your door, and you know it’s not because of the cold, despite the fact that the temperatures have dropped to below freezing right now.   You can’t get the look of his eyes out of your mind. They literally scare me…but they also make you feel something else; something you know you shouldn’t be feeling. Something you don’t think you’ve ever felt before. The way… Read More

  Your body moves before you can stop it, and a mix of shock and fear and something else you’re not really sure you want to admit that you’re feeling force your hands to push yourself off his shoulders, hauling you backward in a slight stumble.   Your abrupt reaction quickly puts some distance between you, but his other hand refuses to budge from its current resting place—your now very rigid waist. His grip on it actually seems firmer, if anything. You’re breathing hard, and the air enters and leaves… Read More

  You feel a slight ringing in your ears at the sound of his insanely deep voice. You’re not sure if it’s just you or the general funkiness you feel from being in a surgery center, but his statement sounds an awful lot like a demand. And the way he just said your name? Holy shit. Before you even get a chance to speak, he says, “Or would you prefer to go by ‘Miss Gallo’ or something else?” Your toes curl on impulse at the sound of him calling you… Read More

  He reaches for a frameless pair of glasses and puts them on with a single hand while grabbing your folder with the other. The action is so effortless and yet so meticulous at the same time. You find yourself staring at his hands for a moment, noticing their incredible structure and size. His fingers have a certain elegance about them, like they can wield magic or something. Well, he is a surgeon, so you guess that’s technically true on some level. “Ramona Gallo,” he says as he looks at… Read More

  You feel your eyes growing wide and your neck tilting as far back as it can go without snapping off, all in an effort to keep up with the sheer size of the imposing figure standing before you. “Dexter Frost?” you finally manage to ask, your voice incredibly hoarse. “The oncologist?” “Yes,” he admits with a nod. “I’m temporarily standing in as the assistant chief surgeon here at Greenwood.” “I see,” you say. You suppose he does look way too young to be a chief surgeon, anyway. Still, you… Read More