“Ice cream so good.” If you’re familiar with that phrase, chances are you’re as chronically online as me, and prone to falling into the dark and winding rabbit holes of 3am TikTok. Or possibly you’ve just heard a lot of people talking about “NPC TikTok.”...
Bits of cream remained, but his skin was otherwise clean. He tossed the towel and wrapped me in a hug. My emotions swelled as he rubbed a gentle hand over my back, steering clear of my shoulder blade. The bruises had yellowed, and the stitches were gone. Still, the six-week-old ...
Maksim stood at the sink, shirtless, a razor in his hand and slivers of shaving cream on his face. His jeans hung loose, revealing carved abs and V-shaped hip lines. My attention moved to the scars from his motorcycle accident. They covered the right side of his body—arm, shoulder, b...