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357 pages, Paperback
First published June 11, 2020

Though I’m not really sure why I didn’t. After nearly seven years with each other, we practically live together anyway.
And, to be clear once again, Ruby is not my girlfriend
You know who doesn’t spend much time up here? My girlfriend, Sierra.
If Sierra is the picture of angelic innocence, Ruby is her exact opposite, the picture of wicked corruption.
I had a great night with someone who wasn’t my girlfriend. But now that she’s sitting across from me, I remember how much I love this woman.
She’s my comfort. She’s my home. She’s the first one I call after a hard day or a good day and everything in between. And I can’t just throw that away.
“I’m sorry for hurting you, and I’m sorry for our fight last night. I want to spend my life with you. I don’t have a ring or anything, but I know what I want, and that’s you with me. Forever. Let’s get married.”
But when you tell someone you want to get married, I guess that means you get a blow job, too.
We laugh together. We have fun. We’ve overcome some of the serious stuff, too. The sex is good, and she’s a good person, and I know what I’m getting with her.
I clear my throat, and then I blurt out the words without any sort of sugarcoating. “Last night I told Sierra I want to marry her.”
“I don’t know what you think you saw, but I’m in love with her. The kiss you and I shared—fuck, the whole night we shared was one small lapse, and it won’t happen again.”
When I’m with Ruby, all this crazy, tumultuous passion I don’t understand seems to take over. But when I’m with Sierra, I feel a sense of comforting security.
nothing lasts forever. Even anger.