We All Look. The Lucky Find.

My Boyfriend And I Are Badasses.

Sex Might Satisfy, Food Might Fuel, Love Might Sustain, But Without Coffee, What Is The Point?

Three Weeks Hadn't Changed Cop Central. The Coffee Was Still Poisonous, The Noise Abominable, And The View Out Of Her Stingy Window Was Still Miserable. She Was Thrilled To Be Back.

It’s Never Simple.” Avery Slid An Arm Around Hope’s Waist. “it Shouldn’t Be. Because Being With Someone Should Matter Enough To Be At Least A Little Bit Complicated.

Men Didn't Respect Beauty...they Used It.