There was really no predicting where, or when, the least lonely years of one’s adult life might begin.
Idra Novey, Those Who Knew.
There was really no predicting where, or when, the least lonely years of one’s adult life might begin.
When she drifted from the kitchen to the living room, he followed, his hope rising like dough inside him.
Her unease with her body had made his mouth dry, breaking down whatever it was in a man’s mind that kept his longings separate from his regrets.
She had assured him she’d told no one about her trips to his apartment, but she was a girl, and girls were feline, always purring up to one another with their secrets.