Strange, the way my brain grows hot, like a radio with fried wiring until all I can hear is you. I long to see you, too so I study your image for hours at a time, aiming to embed your visage into my retinas. Your features remain elusive as if I'm looking at you through a film of water. Behind my closed eyelids, your face wavers and blurs. Far easier to picture are the other women. I can't refrain from touching myself whil...

I sat in Clint's living room, trying not to roll my eyes as he sent his girlfriend yet another text. The two of them had been squabbling about something dumb all afternoon, and though Abby was working at her part-time job, she managed to keep her side of the argument going strong. I'd long since grown bored of the drama, but my mood brightened when I glanced at the clock. "Hey, your mom will be home soon, right?" I asked...

It was late, well after nine, when I finally rose from my desk. Carrying my bag, I stepped into the corridor and found Lucas waiting for me. All the other offices around us were quiet, their doorways dark. "You should have gone home hours ago," I told my assistant. At some point, he'd removed his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves. While I was bleary-eyed from exhaustion, Lucas looked as alert as he'd been first thing tha...