It was Saturday afternoon. Gallagher was out golfing with my husband Siddharth, so Dita, Gallagher’s wife, and I had a hangout session of our own. She came over smelling like fresh soap, and a new shampoo. Low cut white halter top, showing off her freckle...
I edged closer to the neighbor's pool, heated and steaming as my heart pounding not with fury, but curiosity. There he was, my husband, broad-shouldered and sun-kissed from his days of carpentry, muscles taut as he moved with a primal rhythm I had never w...
I knew Chloe was feeling low when she got home that Friday evening. As my roommate entered the apartment, she moved at a sluggish pace, which wasn't at all like her; she normally hummed with energy. Making her way over to the couch, she slumped down next...
