I push lower this time, getting my chest as close to the ground as possible, and my spine creaks. With the amount of running I'm doing lately, I have no choice but to take stretching more seriously. Across the walkway, an old lady, my upstairs neighbor, I think, gives me a sympathetic smile as she lugs a grocery bag into the building. She's probably used to the sight by now: Roman Miller, sweating the anxiety through his...

“Back in a sec,” Maddie chirps, right before bolting from the terminal check-in line and disappearing in the crowd, blonde ponytail wagging behind her. Paige snorts. “She needs to get her prostate checked out.” I look down at my little sister. She smiles at me, happy to let me carry her bags. It’s a lot of stuff, even if she ended up staying two weeks at my place. Maddie and I took turns showing her around the city whenev...

“Hurry up,” Tasha scolds me. She’s the one who told me to ‘slut it up.’ I’d love to see her try to haul ass in four-inch heels without snapping an ankle. She picked flats, of course. The hypocrite. “It’s my birthday, you don’t get to talk to me like that,” I whine. It’s not very effective. She doesn’t slow down. A gust of wind passes right through my coat, and I hunch lower, cursing my little black dress for doing absolut...