“I drink coffee sometimes, but Starbucks’ coffee tastes like burnt ass,” I say. “Actually, it tastes nothing like burnt ass, Anna.” “And how would… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“My god, Anna,” he says. “I almost lost you.” He has me in his powerful grip. I’ve never felt this safe before. “Never let… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“I stare at her blankly. We don't have elevators in Portland. "This is my first elevator ride. How do they work exactly?” — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“Soon, we are as naked as the day we were born. Except, y'know, were not covered in blood and attached to our mothers by… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“I feel naked in my Tommy hoodie and Victoria's Secret sweatpants with PINK written across the ass. The sweatpants aren't pink though - they're… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“Are you ready for my love gun?” he says. Uh-oh. “What’s a love gun? Is that a sex toy?” “No,” he says. “I’m talking… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“An attractive blonde behind the receptionist's desk smiles at me as I walk in. I assume she’s the receptionist, because I can’t think of… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“Here’s the aisle with tape.” “Thank you, Miss Steal,” he says. He picks up the most expensive brand, which runs $3.99 a roll. This… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
