15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

Chapter Twenty-Five I smell toast. I stretch out on my bed and smile, because Ryle knows toast is my favorite. My eyes flick ope ...

immediately begin to shake and I drop the paper back on the table. I close my eyes and take a slow sip of the orange juice. A fe ...

really well, then opened Bib’s a year and a half ago. “It does okay,” he says with modesty. I glance around his kitchen and then ...

I’m sorry about that. I’m sure you didn’t miss me like I missed you, but sometimes the things that matter to you most are also t ...

them out on paper. My apologies to you, Ellen. But get ready for a whole lot of word vomit. If I had to compare this feeling to ...

Ellen, I wish you could write back to me. I wish that you could say something funny to me right now, because my heart needs it. ...

Chapter Twenty-Six I’m lying on Atlas’s guest bed, staring up at the ceiling. It’s a normal bed. Really comfortable, actually. B ...

I can’t see him tracking down Atlas, though. Yet. I’m sure if I go a week avoiding his calls and texts, he’ll look everywhere he ...

since he picked me up last night, I feel like talking about it. My head is resting against his shoulder and my hands are in my l ...

Yep. I’m definitely confused. How am I possibly lending blame to Atlas for any of this? “I think I need to call it a night,” I s ...

Chapter Twenty-Seven My hand is trembling when I reach for the doorknob. I’ve never once been scared to walk into my own busines ...

He slowly makes his way to the counter. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since he was on top of me on our bed the other night. ...

beg for my forgiveness. He knows the only choice he has is to turn and walk out that door, even though it’s the last thing he wa ...

Chapter Twenty-Eight After Ryle left me his keys this afternoon; I debated going back to our new apartment. I even had a cab pul ...

I lock the screen on my phone and set it on my bed. It’s dark outside now, so I immediately see the scroll of the headlights as ...

I don’t want to tell them no, because then they’ll know I’m here alone. I don’t necessarily hold much trust in the male populati ...

I don’t know why I have an urge to give him the naked truth. Maybe I just want to see how someone will react when they find out ...

there’s another knock on the door. This time the door swings open without pause and a guy walks in dressed in what looks like a ...

My hands are pressed into the counter on either side of me. He takes a step closer and puts one of his hands over mine, brushing ...

Darin leans forward and points at himself. “I’m the sous chef at Bib’s.” He points at Brad. “He’s the dishwasher.” “For now,” Br ...