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...

My bee stings had definitely been put on the back burner. Lying on Kat’s couch, all I could think about was the erotic display I just witnessed. Underneath the sheet covering me, I had swiftly regrown my own stinger. My hardness begged to be squeezed, and I did that as I replayed Kat’s performance in my mind. I already knew that Kat is intelligent, gorgeous, and kind, but now I also saw her as being highly sensual. Kat ha...

The priest, a withered man from Martinique whose voice still carries better than the old chapel’s speakers, finally tells us to sit down for the last time. All around us, the small parish slumps with relief. Nearly two hours of Christmas mass has worn them down. I look over at the four Millers, sitting in a well-behaved row. Predictably, my eyes land on Roman’s broad shoulders. He’s not doing anything special. Just breath...

I scan the line of people waiting at the airport’s arrivals gate, expecting to find Maddie. Probably holding a shitty cardboard joke sign. And a big, happy smile. Her texts have turned downright horny in the last few days of our week apart. Instead, I clock a slightly taller blonde in aviators, chewing gum, and dressed like a Florida weather warning. Baggy hoodie, athletic shorts, flip-flops. No sign. I’ve not seen Claudi...

It was Saturday, April 2nd, and I thought Mom was playing a delayed April Fool's joke on me. I'd spent Friday night watching Simone for Anza, which was becoming a somewhat regular thing. Then Saturday morning, we worked out on the pitch with Mika and the girls. It was late Saturday afternoon when I returned home from my workout. Mom asked me to sit down on the sofa because she had something important to tell me. I was wor...

“Just one minute!” Maddie shouts from the bathroom, dragging her last word out in a sing-song lilt. She’s not usually high-maintenance, but this is Halloween. I collapse back onto the couch, hoping our Uber doesn’t show up too fast. I barely get a few doomscrolls in before the bathroom door creaks open in my bedroom. Then, clicks. The sharp sound of heels on hardwood. I’m on my feet in an instant. She’s been buzzing ever...

“Hey,” Paige grumbles as I plop down beside her at the kitchen table. “Rough morning?” I keep the chuckle in check when I see how wrecked my little sister looks. “My head hurts,” she says, hunched over a steaming mug of coffee. “Also, I’m pretty sure I caught you necking with my best friend of fifteen years in your car last night.” That’s it. I’m done for. I don’t breathe, don’t move, waiting for the fallout. But Paige ju...

I’m not surprised to find Paige and Maddie sprawled on the lakehouse’s living room couch as I leave the bathroom. They’re munching on cereals, watching cartoons, still in their PJs. “Going for a run?” Paige asks as soon as she notices my clothes. She barely finishes the sentence before half-chewed Cheerios escape her mouth. She claps a hand over her lips, eyes wide, and then bursts into laughter. “Yup,” I smirk and head f...