LJ Shen

was in love with her.

Jesus fucking Christ. I was, wasn’t I? First she got into my bed,

I stole your iPod before you stole my wallet. It was tucked inside my jacket before I even removed your panties. I wanted to know what you were listening to. (And I was sorely disappointed there were no Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake songs in sight, because it made not falling for you so much fucking harder.)—Célian

. “We are who we are.”

“We are who we choose to be,” she corrected,

You, my goddess, will one day be my wife.”

Men were such simple creatures.

There will be other kisses and all of them you’ll give without my asking, so I wouldn’t go around making promises that are destined to be broken.”

“Such a pretty girl, such a filthy habit.” Galia scrunched her nose, not missing a chance to patronize her younger, prettier companion.

I happen to like my fiancée filthy

through bags of trash, then cleared my throat, making myself known. She jumped, gasping.

“Looking for a snack?”

You also said it as though I personally escorted you to Hell’s gates.

Villain?”

“Yes, Nemesis?”