“I suck at being social. I think one thing and my mouth says something completely different, like I'm possessed. By a whole lot of stupid.” — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“On your left!” my bodyguard shouts again, skirting around me. “Looks like you only got two speeds—slow and slower!” I glare after him. “Excuse me?” Lonny spins around and begins jogging backward. “Prove me wrong, pretty boy.” That is it. He has followed me. He has towered over me with that serious, terrifyingly calm face of his. He’s been a… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“I found you," I echoed. And suddenly he was pushing himself to sit up, sloughing off the vines that had crept around his limbs, golden-yellow petals falling away, and he brought me close, and kissed me like a man who had been wasting his life waiting for this moment. He tasted like honeysuckles, and I imagined that was how sunshine… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“She sniffs and shakes off her tears, then turns to me with an eager look. “So what’s the deal with him? How did you meet? You just tricked me to the worst snot-fest in the history of me. I demand this as repayment.” She has a point. I fiddle with my phone. “It started out as a wrong number, actually.… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“Do a lot of internet groups meet up at conventions?” “Sure.” “How about your Starfield peeps? The online ones you talk to?” “Oh—well, yeah. A few of them are here.” We break apart for a moment as an elf with a scythe squeezes between us. “Anyway, we should get to the costume contest area and sign in, what do you… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“Hey, you’re the chick in my homeroom, yeah?” “And you are holding up the line,” she replies. He looks behind him. “There’s no one here.” She smiles a tight-lipped smile. “Which means you’re scaring the customers away. Now run along. Go chase tail somewhere else.” Chloe squints at her. “Excuse you, who do you think you are?” My coworker feigns… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“My dad said that the impossible is only impossible if you don’t even try. So I want to try.” — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“The man was handsome, and he taught English in the same department as me--- and the second he showed up at my apartment and saw my bookshelf, he laughed. "You turn them around when guests come over, right?" he asked, motioning to the sanguine embraces and lusty women across the covers. He plucked one off the shelf--- a vintage-looking bodice… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“If you believe in yourself and have a few good friends, then you can do anything. You can be anything.” — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“He finally returned my gaze, and held it. A knot lodged in my throat, because he was closer than I expected, and his eyelashes were darker than I expected, and long, and there was a gray rim around the inside of his irises that looked like crowns of storm clouds surrounding a peridot. His gaze made the butterflies in my… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“You’re probably good at taking lip, aren’t you?” I mutter more to myself than to my bodyguard, clawing through the suitcase for a T-shirt that isn’t tight on me. “Like a CIA operative, right? Do bodyguards go to bodyguard school? Are you like the hitman in Hitman?” He adjusts his cuffs. “You know the rule about fight club?” I give… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
