Page 14 of Sweeter Than Fiction

Every kind of food imaginable is usually within walking distance—and all the walking helps to burn off everything that I eat.

What do I want today?

Indian?

A juicy cheeseburger?

Pizza?

I decide to just walk until something smells good and pulls me in.

When I pass by a Chinese restaurant, I immediately think of Abby. When I showed up at her apartment last night, I had no idea what to expect. I never thought we’d have such a good time.

I never fathomed that I would enjoy myself so much while watching Gilmore Girls and knowing I wasn’t going to get my dick wet at the end of the night.

I think my sister might have been onto something. When you take sex out of the mix, it’s easier to form some kind of connection with someone.

Now, do I think Abby is repulsive? Absolutely not. I’m not saying I wouldn’t sleep with her, but A—she doesn’t seem the least bit interested. And B—I’m trying to keep my cock in my pants for a while.

It was nice to just hang out with someone without a ton of expectations. I feel bad that she fed me, though, without letting me give her any money. I guess I’m just going to have to return the favor.

Is it weird that I want to go watch more Gilmore Girls?

Maybe it would be if my desire to do so had anything to do with the actual show rather than the company.

It’s settled.

Tonight, I’ll see if Abby is up for hanging out again.

Chapter Seven

Abby

Meow.

Meow.

Meow.

Snowball tries to get my attention from the doorway.

Not looking away from my computer screen, I snap, “Hush.”

But the meowing only gets louder. The only time he gives me this much hell is when he’s hungry. It’s really the only time he pays me any attention at all.

“Dude, you’re fine. There’s no way you can be hungry. It’s only—” I look at the clock and realize I’ve been working way later than I thought. “Oh, shit. Sorry, Snowball.”

Usually, I’m chomping at the bit to be done for the evening. But when I get in a good rhythm, the rest of the world falls away, and I get lost in what I’m doing.

Saving my work, I turn off my computer and head into the kitchen. Once the cats are fed, and Snowball is quiet, I decide to head in for a nice, relaxing bubble bath. Despite my ergonomic desk chair, my neck and back are usually still super tight by the end of the night.

While the tub fills up, I add some bubbles and then light some candles. If I’m going to relax, may as well do it right. My final touch is turning on my smutty audiobook.

I step into the hot water and lean back against my inflatable neck pillow. The sound of my audiobook fills the air around me. There’s nothing better than sitting in a relaxing bath, listening to a scene where a woman is getting railed in a sundress over a balcony.

I love to read, but audiobooks have been a godsend. Now, I can get in a ton of books while I do other things. I used to read a ton of mystery books, and I was into true crime for a while. But too much of that had me terrified all the time that I was going to me murdered. I panicked and even bought a taser.

I quickly realized that no good can come from an extremely clumsy girl owning an electrified weapon.

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