NEW RELEASES
Just one… please? Lalia fluttered her eyelashes.
by Of course. But if you need another one, you snore in your sleep.I let out an agitated sigh. I can’t say anything around you, can I?
by Oh, OK, I say back, but she doesn’t give up the phone.And if it’s a boy? I began to muse, narrowing my eyes on my husband.
by What do you mean, how? I had no choice. That’s how.And here I thought your line about yoga was a fabrication.
by He shoved a hand through his hair. You and I were on a break.Mazza looked horrified. ‘It wasn’t my fault!’
by The room was dark, only the moon outside cast light into the space.You don’t know what I’d want, he says.
by I turn my phone back on. I got to here, I say, and point to the article.I thought we were curbing the f-bombs, I pleaded. At least try.
by If you’re done, then wake her up so I can—I kind of like you being all hotheaded, I joke.
by My mouth dried out as I waited, my stomach churning.‘You said we were free now. After Christopher died.’
by Eventually, Ben asked me if I wanted dessert.I nod with my swallow. My mouth is too dry to speak.
by That party would be an incredibly difficult event.