Once Ghosted, Twice Shy

If they both felt it, if they’d both been stomped by it, how was it different from love that grew slowly and with careful cultivation?

refusing to believe that she couldn’t have this heat and happiness all the time because of something so small as thousands of miles of ocean and various large land masses.

the day had been fun, but she needed more. She deserved more.

they could keep saying “one more time” and this wouldn’t have to end.

she couldn’t imagine why all this stuff was necessary, except to show that you had a lot of money and didn’t know what to do with it.

Who cared if Likotsi was a player?

Um, I kind of do, her heart piped up.

You may ask of the goddess, but you may not dictate her means.

Asking permission is giving someone the power to say no.

Perhaps she would find Fab to be utterly dull—as dull as the commonplace winter hat she was currently wearing.

It was only a few days.

She hurt you in those few days.