Grace

“It was startling. I gasped when I witnessed her rise, like an erection sprung right from a pair of tighty-whities.” I grimace at my friend, not liking that analogy.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“But he was the sun. His gravity was too strong, and now that I was so close, I couldn’t get out of his pull.”
― Abby Jimenez, The Friend Zone

“And when he was being made, whoever was in charge decided to grace him with height, and thick dark hair, and . . . glutes. High, tight glutes. Frankly, it’s kind of rude and offensive if you ask me.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“This is what a high feels like. This effervescent, light, practically airless feeling pulsing through my veins as I levitate out of bed, toe on my slippers, curtsy to that bitch Samantha, and then head down the creaky stairs, the smell of coffee leading the way. Wow.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas