“I growl with frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is fifty shades messed up. Why is it so kinky and out of control? I need to stop sleeping with it wet. As I brush my long brown… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“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 go,” I say, looking into his beautiful gray eyes. “That could be problematic,” he says. “I’ll have to let you go at some point. What if I have to pee? What if you have to pee?”… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share
“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
