Love & Monsters

Life never runs in straight line. Bad times come, but good times follow, and those are sometimes the best of times.

They were the pants that turned me absolutely feral. Like a cat in heat, yowling at anything close by that could potentially fuck me. A tree branch? Sure, yowling. A pair of muddy sneakers? Yowling.

Home for me was no longer a singular roof over my head but instead the heart that beat next to me [...].

He was a story that I never wanted to end, never wanted to get to the last page.

Because I'm scared you'll just disappear. Like you'll wake up and decide to keep things as friends between us. We aren't anything official, so it's not that far outside of the realm of possibility." Jake chuckled, kissed my neck again. "I can guarantee you it is VERY far outside the realm of possibility.

What if he decdied to keep things as just friends? What if he didn't want to make anything awkward at work between us? What if, what if what if... What if I'm spending the day with my better half? What if this is just the beginning?

Seeing his smiling face and ocean-blue eyes always helped make the day go by that much faster. Watching him walk past my desk to grab some water or take his fifteen-minute break usually guaranteed that I’d lost my spot in whatever Excel sheet I was working on at the time. Daydreams of our kiss would constantly float through my mind, distracting me with thoughts of Jake and his soft lips against mine, his hand moving to grip the back of my neck. It might have been a short kiss, but it had already proved to be one of the best I’d ever had.