“I love you.”
Oh shit, thinks Natalie.
James stands on the mauve and white carpet of the motel with a helpless grin on his face. Natalie tries to smile, sheepishly she hopes, and pulls him in for a hug. Not a “condescending pat-on-the-shoulder” kind of hug, but a “oh, hun, it’s cute that you think so” sort of hug. Definitely not the “I love you, now we’re face-sucking” hug James goes for.
I Don't Wear My Glasses to the Gym and Someone Finally Told Me That My Workout Buddy Has Been a Sack of Potatoes in a Nike Shirt All Along.
1. A bottle of red dillies cast like bones over a portrait of Jackie O
2. A small dog nipping at the heels of a man servicing a trick
3. The concept of a blonde on a bum trip