Post Thirty-Nine: Whirlwind Romance
Elli “What? That's it?” Nat said to me in disbelief. We sat at our dinner table while I recounted my goodbye with Morgan to her, as well...
Post Thirty-Seven: A Full Recovery
Elli After all the mixed signals I gave Morgan, I was surprised to see him recover so quickly. The next morning, he was back to normal....
Post Thirty-Five: Whole And Complete
Elli Shit. Fuck. Arse and tits! Of course. Of fucking course. Thank you, Paul. You giant piece of human garbage. You crusher of souls....
Post Thirty-Three: Standing My Ground
Elli “What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling the blanket tighter around me. “What am I doing here!? What is HE doing here?” Paul...
Post Thirty-One: Regurgitating What Was Regurgitated
Elli I'm literally dying...and not just from embarrassment. Although, the embarrassment feels like enough to kill me. Morgan is...
Post Twenty-Nine: Sexual Exploits
Elli I was mortified, and to be honest, Morgan looked like he was too. The last thing I wanted was for him to know about my sexual...
Post Twenty-Seven: Enforcing The Stereotype
Elli For the first time since I met Morgan, I truly wished I hadn't brought him into all of this. My life was at such a weird point. A...
Post Twenty-Five: Seriously
Elli “Okay. It's not like I'm not happy for you guys,” Natalie called to us through my bedroom door, “but it's been like two days, do you...
Post Twenty-Three: Hysterical Mess
Elli I had to get out of there. I barely got a few steps away before I could feel the tears streaking down my face. I couldn't wipe them,...
Post Twenty-One: Fleeting
Elli I couldn't think straight. I couldn't believe how different it felt. Even Paul and I had always used condoms (thank god, knowing...
