Ashley Shepherd

I don’t have time to run to the bathroom to cry.

When I pull away, there are snowflakes on his eyelashes. I laugh and brush them off with the pad of my thumb. I wait for a response, but he’s frozen. Shocked. Maybe mesmerized? I’m a fantastic kisser. He’s definitely savoring the moment. I bet he’s going to send me a wine and cheese basket tomorrow.

“Olivia!”
“What was I supposed to do? You were standing there pining over her!”
“I was not pining. I was telepathically trying to break her leg.”
“That’s awful.”
“She’s awful.”
“Says the emotionally inept rock.”