Trinity Michelle

“That was it. I ruined whatever we had—whether it was professional or not—by showing him a piece of me. He had every right to run away from a complication like myself, after all, no one wants to take care of an adult baby who doesn’t feed properly. The bench I was standing on lowered under a weight and I shot my eyes up, seeing Mr. Graves sitting down next to me. His expression was serious, not a single muscle on his face moving as he leaned down and grabbed the fork, lifting it to his mouth. He chewed, then swallowed it with ease. “This is good.” He nodded, pointing at my plate. What was he doing?”
― Maeve Hazel, Love Not Qualified

“Was this what the cracking sound at the entrance was? She never mentioned anything and acted like nothing happened with her chin tipped upward and confidence still at its highest. If she told me, I would’ve turned around and stopped at a shop around the corner to buy her a new pair. I couldn’t believe she chose to walk in like this. Could this job mean that much to her that she would do anything for it? Why did I find that hot?”
― Maeve Hazel, Love Not Qualified

“When she started walking toward my direction, I kept my eyes ahead, acting like I didn’t notice her. I was so stupid for doing this. What if she figures”
― Maeve Hazel, Love Not Qualified

“I took my hand away with one last squeeze, then grabbed the knife and sliced a small bite. Truth was, I didn’t even know why I accepted to come to eat when I knew how this was going to go. Maybe because my stomach grumbled from the hunger or maybe because I hadn’t eaten pancakes in a year. Whatever the reason was, I realized now it was stupid of me to do so. We weren’t around his friends anymore, nor in his car where I could dash out if he’d pry too much. I was standing right in front of him with no chance of escape. With a shaky hold, I brought the fork to my mouth and almost moaned at the heavenly taste. I loved the taste of food, it was the chewing that made my stomach twist. I gulped the bite in one go and dropped the fork with a clink when I sensed the food rising back in my throat, a hand covering my mouth.”
― Maeve Hazel, Love Not Qualified