I don’t need her to clarify. I know what she’s talking about. The topic has come up every time I’ve seen Debbie the past few weeks. “Four,” I say. Debbie sighs, and it sounds kind of whimsical. Even with how terribly the brothers treated her when I first met her, even she seems taken in by the w
The phone pressed hard to my ear, I stand outside the lecture hall, tucked behind the door near the smoker’s bench. It’s the only empty spot this time of day, with so many busy students walking around. I don’t have time to find somewhere more secluded. I need to talk to my Mom right now. With Wyat
As I rest in bed in the night, I stare at the ceiling, reflecting over the absolute bullshit that Archer just threw at me. What did he say? To just get out when my contract is up? Forget staying there with them? So much for wanting to protect me. I don’t want to think too much about it. It was
It’s past time I start pulling away from them. But that doesn’t mean I have to be a total douche. I can still give Beau an answer, even if it’s not the fully honest one. “I’m nervous about meeting the undergraduate administration,” I say. “It’s a lot of change, and I’m not even sure they’ll have
Beau walks in through the door. He stops when he sees me standing there, facing him. I have no idea what kind of expression I’m wearing it, but the moment Beau sees it, his usual lazy smile hardens into the no nonsense kind of look I’d expect Neil or Archer to wear. “Did you get what you needed?”
Beau and I somehow end up on the carpet at the base of the couch. By now, we are both naked, limbs tangled, with bliss coursing through my veins. With my head resting on Beau’s chest, I counted the steady beat of his heart, as he gently carded his fingers through my hair near my scalp. Moments l
That night Steven, Mia, and I make our way to the planetarium. I push Mia in her stroller while Steven walks along beside us. He’s close to me. His arm occasionally brushes against mine as we walk. The planetarium is decorated in bright, colorful shapes and big block letters cut out of constructio
I must be some kind of masochist, wanting rejections from all four of the brothers, one after the next. When Mia’s eyes begin to droop, I look back to Steven. He’s holding his credit card up to the vending machine. He already has two waters and three candy bars in his arms. On his way back to us,